Your Cross To Bear Novels & Stories

Putting down the toolbox, I was about to get back in my car and leave. But then he chased after me, stepping in front of my car and blocking my path. He said urgently, "Claire, wait a moment. Let me finish changing the tire and drive you to the gathering. I'm worried about you going alone." I laughed coldly. I had known that he would be there too. "There's no need." But he had no intention of moving aside and kept looking down at me. I sighed and gestured for him to change the tire, indicating I wouldn't leave.

Dexter was in the middle of the bridge, and he motioned for me to cross. I shook my head and yelled, “You go ahead!” “The bridge is about to break if you don’t cross now!” “If it snapped midway, I’d die! Are you crazy!?” “I wouldn’t let you!” He assured me. I grunted and urged him to go, but he was stubborn as a mule. We stood there for seconds until.. five bears suddenly showed up with fury in their eyes. They’re here for revenge! I didn’t have time to contemplate, so even with the unstable bridge, I ran. I was almost in the middle when one of the bears stepped on the bridge.

At Cross watching me. "I do." God help me. I do.

"Glory, glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory, praise the Lord!" They clapped in a rhythmic, driving beat, their voices rising to the ceiling in a crescendo of spiritual fervor. Hands were thrust into the air, bodies swayed. "Come and see what the Lord has done!" they sang, their eyes closed in ecstasy, a stark contrast to the sterile silence that had inhabited the room moments before.

He hands me the bag. I take it hesitantly. He reaches for me. “What are you doing, Crosswalk?” I ask, stepping away from his powerful hands. Veins are bulging out of his arms, indicating years of working out. “I’m giving you a piggyback”. He replies, his voice hinting an unspoken challenge. Clipping my mouth shut, I let him carry me on his back. His back feels hard - everything about him is hard. Something about the position feels really intimate - my arms wrapped around his neck, my hips wrapped around his waist.

People clearly had different kinds of life problems, but the only resolution was to keep on going. Sniffling once and then a second time, Ceanna took a deep breath. “Get a grip Cece.”

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

The nerves in my body quietly tensed. Soon, a sleek black car pulled up at the building. Thomas's eyes lit up, and he eagerly waved his hand. "Babe!" Imogen stepped out, impeccably dressed in a cream suit, cradling an enormous bouquet of roses.

A thin bridge crossed the chasm, its surface smooth with fog. “This trial will test your trust in one another,” the guardian said, its voice a gentle whisper in the wind. “You must rely on each other to cross the chasm safely.” Clara felt a flash of vulnerability, but she pushed it aside, centering on the bond she shared with her companions. “We can do this,” she said, her voice unfaltering. “We only need to believe in each other.” One after the other, they ventured onto the bridge, their movements cautious and precise. The chasm extended out underneath them, its profundity covered in obscurity.