Novel & Cerita Bell Cranel Fanfiction

she said. “Don’t do it! Ciara, let me die!” Crane laughed an evil laugh and walked with long strides towards the cage. He took out a series of keys and inserted one key into the lock, then opened the cage door. “Well, actually, I’ve been looking forward to doing it since I saw you coming earlier. Naked and all.” “Ciara! Don’t do it!” “Let’s do it right here, right now. Let him enjoy it, while I make you sigh and plant my seed in you.”

He opened a new one. Jace: what's your price for attention, Mr. Crane? Because I'm ready to sell mine. And before he could think twice, he hit send

He knows I don’t skimp on the good liquor. The door opens and I stand up. Crane appears through the door with Matt as he closes the door behind him. Crane seems to be frozen in time. He looks old and wrinkled and well past his prime but is still as active as a young wolf. His eyebrows stand up like they were electrocuted and his nose is slightly crooked. I’m sure in his prime he was better looking. Now, he looks like life has fucked him every day and he can’t remember the safe word.

The air itself seemed to grow thicker, as if the room now existed outside the rest of the mansion. Sealed. No one was getting in, and nothing was getting out. Crane’s golden eyes lingered on the shifting haze before it vanished. He grunted. “Overkill.” Alex leaned lazily against the door, pretending nonchalance though his heart thudded faster than usual. “You asked for privacy. I gave you privacy. You know me—when I do something, I don’t half-ass it.” Crane shot him a look, sharp enough to cut through steel. He moved around his desk, knuckles rapping against the polished surface as he circled like a predator pacing in his cage. His silence stretched until Alex cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re looking well. Still circling other people’s empires?” “Only the ones worth taking.” Crane’s gaze shifted to me, and I felt his interest sharpen. “And who’s this exquisite distraction?” “Elena Cross,” Damian said, his tone tightening subtly around the word Cross. “My wife.” Crane took my hand before I could step back, brushing a kiss over my knuckles. His touch was smooth, but his eyes were calculating. “A pleasure. I was beginning to think Damian preferred solitude to companionship.” “Even glaciers melt eventually,” I replied, smiling sweetly.

I know when I’m flogging a dead horse, having found twenty-three Dante’s already with this and frustratedly pick up my bag and phone to leave. ‘Let me know your flight times and I’ll pick you up. I left Cornel in the cottage I'm renting as he can't venture out in daylight with his very obvious eyes and teeth so he's sleeping it away.' The unconcealed affection in her voice betrays her relationship with him once again and I’m positive they are lovers.

Craven blinked with confusion. Her beauty struck him as she smiled and looked at him. The room became still. Then the smell of blood came, and it fell to the stone floor. Lena was drawing the sharp pin across her wrist, and the blood came out in front of him. Her breath stopped at the pain, but she did not stop. "Beloved," Craven said. "Do not do this. You will not heal from this wound." "No," Lena said, and her face showed her pain. "You are the one who hurts me. If you will not let him go, I will end it for you."

I asked, chuckling. Crystal I laughed to myself as I read the newspaper article. ‘VOTERS VOTE ON WHETHER TO VOTE’ People are crazy as hell. I was actually entertained by it. I flipped the page to the celebrity gossip section—only for it to be snatched right from my hand. I turned around to see Draven standing there with that infuriating smirk. “I was reading that,” I said, trying to grab it back. “You can read?” he asked, pretending to be shocked. “Draven, give it back.” “Well… I’m reading it now. So go get me a cup of tea. That’s your job now, isn’t it?” he said, plopping into the seat I’d just been in. I noticed the marks on his neck—hickeys. I tried my best to ignore them. “If none of you

"—Cyran" Myra stared at me, and for a heartbeat, there was nothing but bone-chilling silence. "I never said he was beaten up," She whispered, her voice trembling. Then she shook her head slowly, as if denying her own heart's confirmation. "I can't believe this," she muttered, more to herself than me. "I thought Cyran was being paranoid and making things up when he said Zevran was responsible for the death of all your boyfriends and our company burning down, but now—"

Cyran POV- I wanted to wring that pretty little neck of hers. When I left her room, I started toward my room, only to alter my course. If I didn’t get as far away from her as possible right now, I was going to kill her myself. Making my way down the stairs, I went outside and in a fit of anger, kicked over the grill. “Hey! Why take out your frustrations on the grill? I bought it.” Kellan rushed to the grill and picked it up, examining it in the process.