Lines Cat Novels & Stories

A line drawn. And as the others filed out, Damon felt the familiar thrill coil through him. Control was his element. But with Elara… control didn’t come easy. It came with risk. With fire. And Damon Cross had never been a man afraid of fire.

The driver helped me put my luggage in the car and asked, "Miss, where are you going this late?" "The airport."

—I’ll never understand the obsession, but I’m not one to turn down the ego boost. My Ducati was waiting in her spot, coiled and ready like a predator. I twisted the key, and she purred to life, a low growl that vibrated right through my chest. That’s when the party started. Three cruisers screeched into the lot, light bars fracturing the sunlight into chaotic strobes of red and blue. They’d clearly gotten the memo about the helmet. I didn’t flinch. I just shook my head, kicked it into gear, and backed out right as they tried to box me in.

But the cracks are showing. I trace the ceiling with my gaze, breathing out slowly. Tomorrow will come. And I’ll be ready to meet it.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

I slammed the heavy door shut behind me with a massive bang that shook the entire vehicle. The interior of the SUV instantly filled with the sharp, heavy smell of wet asphalt, rich leather, and the intense, familiar scent of his cologne. Leo didn't say a single word. The second the latch clicked, his large foot slammed onto the gas pedal, and the massive vehicle surged forward into the dark, the tires throwing up sheets of water against the wheel wells.

"I can see the wheels turning son what're you up to?" "Nothing Cy, just plotting how I'm going to get rid of that thing." "Now Colt you can't do that, I know what you're worried about but our Kat is a sensible girl she won't take any chances; you can't destroy it it's a thing of beauty. That would be like destroying the new Lyon Z five hundred. Come on let her have her toy it's safer than a bike and at least she won't try jumping over anything in that. Besides she won't be driving it for long with the baby coming there's no place for a car seat."

It's still kind of far to walk, but it's okay. "Is your home near the cafe?" someone asked, and I found colin walking beside me. "Hi! Three streets away from here. It's kind of far to walk. Where are you going?" I asked him. "I'll walk you home." "CARA!" someone shouted. It was Austin. He was on his motorcycle and went to us, "CARLON CALLED. YOUR DAD WAS FUMING MAD RIGHT NOW! YOU NEED TO HURRY, I'LL TAKE YOU HOME."

"Annie! Annie Carter! Wake up! You, the boy next to her—give her a nudge." Someone gently nudged my elbow, pulling me out of the endless darkness. The blurry scene in front of me slowly cleared. I turned my head and saw Wade's face, and my heart skipped a beat. "For question sixteen, the answer's C," Wade whispered, covering his mouth. I ignored the answer and just stared straight at Wade, reaching out to touch his face. It was warm.