Your Cross To Bear Mga Nobela at Kwento

The truth we’d have to keep hidden. I turned onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I’d crossed the line tonight. And once you crossed, there was no going back. The only question left was whether Ava and I were strong enough to survive whatever came next.

Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“ “Do you know what? Why crossbreeds remain legends?” “Yo-“ “It’s because…no one has ever lived after seeing them.” “Ug----kkk!” Conri pulls the ice bow from the Lighten’s knee and watches him slowly losing his breath. "Con, is it not done yet?" Royu flashes in front him like a flowing soundless lightning. "Yeah, let's go. Where is everyone?" Conri asks. "Matt is already cleaning the mess. What should we do after this?"

“You’re going to fix it.” She almost laughed again. “Fix it? Damon, there is no fixing this. The Crosses are everywhere—media, law, finance. The only thing to do now is ride it out and pray they get bored.” But even as she said it, she didn’t believe it. The Cross family didn’t get bored. They got even.

It’s in knowing you can. I finish compiling the file. Send a silent ping to Theo. No words. Just a tag. He’ll know what it means. I trust him. Not because we’re close—but because we operate the same way. Clean. Cold. No wasted movements. When Theo moves, it’s because the shot’s already lined up. And for some reason, he is determined to destroy the Crosses The Cross family thinks they’re kings. They forget who built the board. Then the burner buzzes.

The silhouette standing in the heart of the bridge seemed both familiar and utterly alien, a blend of man and beast. Its eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, seemed to see straight through us, assessing our strengths, our vulnerabilities, our every secret. Alex tightened his grip on my hand. "Sophia, we need to get across. But be ready for anything." I nodded, trying to push past the unease bubbling within me. "Who... or what is that?" Before Alex could respond, the guardian spoke, its voice a deep, resonant echo that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. "To cross this bridge, you must prove your worth, not through battle, but through understanding."

Seraphina stood to the side, smiling indulgently at Alaric. I shook with rage and yelled at the screen. “Are you insane?” Hearing my voice, Seraphina approached, clearly displeased. “What’s with all the shouting? Alaric is performing, don’t interrupt him!” I ground my teeth. “You let Alaric treat my parents like this, and you tell me not to interfere?” Seraphina defended herself with absolute confidence. “Oh come on, Alaric was just practicing in advance. “Consider yourself lucky. If Alaric hadn’t been feeling guilty and wanted to make amends, your parents wouldn’t even have had a chance to witness their own funeral.”

"I have a record. No one will hire me, and my family cut me off years ago. I can do anything. Clean toilets, wash dishes, anything. Please." I watched the thin line of blood seep from her forehead, and suddenly, a perfect idea formed in my mind. "Oh? Anything?" I asked. "Yes. I'll work like a slave. I'll do anything!" Sophia cried as if this were her only lifeline. I smiled and pointed to the statue of Mars at the club entrance, shipped all the way from Rome. "We happen to be running a new themed exhibition," I said lightly. "Family ethics and social responsibility. A warning to the public."

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

Because I wanted something I was never supposed to have. I exhaled slowly. I couldn’t let that happen. Not to him. Not to anyone. If this was the cross I had to carry, then so be it. But I wasn’t dragging him onto it with me.

" When Lena heard my daughter's refusal, she immediately stood up and wanted to curse us both. However, when she looked at the people around us, she decided to kneel again. This time, she held onto Anne's trousers and cried even louder. "Anne! If you won't save my daughter, you're killing my daughter! If my daughter dies, I won't be able to live with myself! Then I'll jump too! You'll be killing both of us!" All our neighbors also started to discuss this. "What a pity. But if the kidney is a match, both of them can survive." "If my friends need a kidney to live, I'll definitely donate one to him. I won't even ask for money." "You can say that because you're not the one suffering. With one ki