Your Cross To Bear Novels & Stories

(Bear Man) Like lifting a sandbag in the air, The Bear Man Vendors lifted the mercenary that were still in pain from his cut fingers, and choke slammed him onto the cement floor of the wet market, making a little crater on the floor and instantly knocking out the mercenary. The Bear Man rips open his bloody overalls and let out his beastly shouts, invoking his war call upon the Mercenary, as he locked into his second target, a mercenary right in front of him.

I had plans of bringing Meadow here, bending her over and fucking her from behind. But maybe… maybe this wasn’t so bad. I’d have a new one made. And we would christen that one. This bastard already ruined it with his fucking shoes anyway. “You were only trying to—” “To what? Impress me?” I scoffed. “You’ve been trying a little too hard lately, Cross. Haven’t you?” He blinked twice, looking to the side as if there was someone there who could help him. Save him. “I t-thought… I thought it was cleared. The confirmation came through.”

Bear looks at me, a glint of interest in his eyes. “Just under sixty thousand. I had nearly raised it all. I started buying four dresses and taking two back.” I had, but it wouldn’t have helped if what they were saying is true about Paul. Maybe I am just unlucky, and the course is set for my shitty life? “Right, I have something to sort. So here you go, little lamb.” I watch as Bear places down the dagger and pick it up. Then, moving, I slide it into the holster on my leg. “Gunner will take you home. We will all see you Saturday, tomorrow night.”

“We can start a business with that mouth.” “That's it! One more word and I'm driving into a tree!” His laughter roared in the car and a smile tugged at my lips. An easy going Cross was an interesting one. “So it doesn't matter if you're giving or receiving, as long as you're engaging in something sexual,” he pieced the dots together while I nodded. “Just so you know,” I turned to him and he wiggled his brows as he said, “You can go down on me anytime.”

His face— Drained of all color. "Ah," Lucien said lightly, glancing at him. "I almost forgot about you." Death Bear shuddered. That voice— To him— It wasn't just a voice. It was death. "Marshall Cross…" he choked out, his voice shaking. "Please… have mercy." He bowed his head low. Almost collapsing. "Spare me." "I'll go back to my country. I'll surrender." "I swear… I won't do this again." "My assets—everything I own—I'll give them away."

Cross continued in a more serious tone, “there’s something I’ve wanted to do for years.” “What is it?” Her curiosity was piqued despite her reluctance, her heart betraying her desire to know. Cross looked down at her, his expression softening into something deeper, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath the playful banter. “I’ve always wanted to carry you in my arms, to care for you, to bathe you—the morning after being together. But I couldn’t back then. So let me do it now.”

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.