Your Cross To Bear Novels & Stories

Only memory, rebalanced. "Three roads," he whispered. She nodded. "And others will follow." They didn't need to know where any of them went. Not today. Today, it was sufficient to know they had walked in. --- 7:11 AM — Sector R, Boundary Weave Crossing The crossing was not broad, but it was tiered: silkcord braids along tension beams, sewn with bits of flags originally flown for district designations. Those now indicated but change. Renewal. Resilience.

"However, many who are last will be the first, and many who are first will be the last." They all laugh at Ericka, who appears unsure and perplexed because she already knows what she wants. Then, another message appears that says, "If you are not sure yet, Carry your own cross now!" Ericka became utterly silent till the seminar was dismissed and they all returned to the city to take on new challenges in life since the phrase Cross kept bringing up became a mystery to her. "I'm still not sure how those signals relate to my life goals and what they mean to me? I need to properly discern what God wants me to do and ask His blessings for my plan if He is delighted: They said to me.”

Then I sprinkle it across the smooth patch, not as cover but as instruction. Remember this, I think at the road. Not a command. A suggestion. I take my knife and score the faintest line through the smooth dirt, then cross it with another, forming an X no one will see once feet pass over it. X for crossing. X for closure. X for the place where something ends and is not allowed to reopen without my consent. The air tightens. Time notices. I keep my face calm. I keep my breathing slow. “I am not breaking your rules,” I murmur. “I’m doing upkeep.”

“Navigating through life as a teenager with superpowers and puberty was tough. I got acne and wet dreams. You got time travel. Life is unfair.” Jeffrey smiled slightly. Jeffrey's smile turned slightly sheepish. "Mom, they call me the cross, but I prefer Cross." He grinned. "You know, because I can cross between timelines? Step through thresholds that are closed to everyone else?" He looked at Annie. "Kind of like how they called you the Vessel." Dante tilted his head. “Yeah, no. ‘The Cross’ sounds like a guy who steals girlfriends and disappears. Which—by the way—if that’s your thing, I’m proud of you. Start early.”

Strength, give me strength! The sound of footsteps drew sudden and near, turning the corner and ringing on the stone like a grim, clattering instrument. Choking back a gasp, Liziwe hastily stuffed the cross back into the pouch, and with quivering hands forced the entire bulky thing back into her bodice. Rising swiftly, she turned, and stood tall: be it friend or foe, she would be strong, God help me!

This basically also plays into the no vengeance or recourse allowed rule. The last thing I know about being a Bridge is that when you manifest the bridge for someone, what they are receiving on the other side, automatically puts the negative burden into the Bridge, and is placed on the person who creates the bridges, a.k.a. the Bridge. For example, every man I unknowingly was a magical matchmaker to (I had laid a bridge to their mate), I was left with pain of not finding my mate, and/or suffered extreme heartbreak, depression, etc. Another example is when I have bridged someone to financial prosperity, I received sudden loss to my finances. Why in the hell would anyone choose to be a bridge?

Sara crosses her arm over her chest reeling over all that I said. "it makes sense when you put it like that, but you should have let me give a piece of my fury to that blind jerk." she huffs and puffs her chest. This day might just be an interesting one for my girl. I didn't even get the name of the handsome hulk, maybe he'll be the water that calms the blazing flames in my best friend over here.

Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Xavier had his head down as he tended to Tiffany's arm after her allergy flared up. Red rashes covered the entire length of her arm, and she'd even scratched some spots to the point that they were bleeding. Xavier held up a cotton swab, his movements gentle. "Does it hurt?" "A little," she replied. "Hang on a little longer, okay? We're almost done." His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and glanced at the screen, noting the message from Serena that read, "Let's break up, Xavier."

Cross said Don't worry son, I only sent the latter's so the Alpha will send two of his beautiful daughters for you to make your choice.. So we can celebrate about you finally having a mate. And you don't need to bother yourself son because the two girls have a very good character. And you will just need to choose one of the girls them at the end. Cross mother said Am sorry mom, dad.. But I already have a woman I love. Cross said Causing the whole place to be in silence.

“Run!!! Through there. Scale the wall. They’re closing in!!” Wails filled the air as they had grown tired; running for so long would take its toll on anyone most especially children. Some of us knew what we had done to deserve this, others didn’t. I know we don’t have much time but we can only try. Another one has fallen, another caught. Who will save us? HOSEA