Cornelius Crane Novels & Stories

He glared, then grinned. Just by looking into those eyes, Ciara felt so humiliated and tarnished. “Mr. Crane,” someone called from the doorway. “Your guests have arrived.” The man, Crane Caddle, Ciara refused to say his name, widened his eyes, and lit up. “Ah. My prospective client, a group of great people who will change the future of the world forever.” He straightened up and put his hands behind his back, acting like a modest man even though he was nothing more than a scoundrel.

The whole garage was as quiet as a grave. The fifth day, I went to find Crane. "Has he come by?" I asked. Crane glanced at me and pushed the ointment across without answering my question. "You look terrible," he said. "Has he come by?" Crane was quiet a moment. "He came. Three days ago. Asked if there was any way to get a pureblood noble's heart's blood. I told him that's not something money can buy, that the family crest last time was already a stroke of incredible luck. He listened, then left."

Think about something, make up something, Enola. Me: Mr Crane, I am not talking about you, I am talking about someone else. Crane: Who is someone else? Last time I checked, I have a letter C tattooed on my arm. That was in your essay. F^ck! I am screwed. Me: Mr Crane, I can explain...It's not what you think. Crane: Oh, it is exactly what I think it is. I am coming over to you so that you can explain to me. I will let you know how I explore, because my ways of exploring are more than what you can ever imagine.

Eliza's POV The first name dropped three days later. Senator Elizabeth Crane, a fifty-year-old grandmother from Ohio, was arrested at her home. The charges: bribery, conspiracy, and accessory to human trafficking. The evidence from the vault had been enough to hold her without bail. I watched the news on the kitchen television, Clara beside me, Adam standing in the doorway. The senator's face was pale, her eyes hollow. She didn't look like a monster. She looked like someone's mother.

“As long as I, Denton Hansen, dare to make any move today, he will fire at my entire Hansen family. This man might be young, but he is more cunning than a fox.” Mr. Crane inhaled deeply. The grimace on his face gradually spread out, “So, what are you going to do next, master?”

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Gifts always mean more when they smell like vinegar. Apart from the honest buildings and their stubborn women, there is the man I call Finch. He is the kind of ambitious that keeps photographs of other people’s yachts in his phone. Useful and soft. He moves across Crane Street with bead-dust on his shoulders like dandruff and tells his radio little lies he believes because he sweated when he said them.

Damian released her instantly, turning away. Adrian’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Sir, Mr. Crane is here to see you. He said it’s urgent.” Elena froze. Julian. Of course. Damian’s expression darkened. “Send him in.” “No,” Elena said quickly, stepping forward. “Please. Don’t—” But the door opened before she could finish, and Julian Crane strode in, all smug confidence and expensive cologne. “Ah, Mrs. Cross,” he said with a smirk. “Always a pleasure. You look tense. Trouble at home?”

She did feel like a degenerate, but a very happy, very satisfied and very confused, degenerate. Creighton’s Steward was a middle-aged British man named Garman Ward. He was stern and very proper, and kept the yacht and staff in line, making certain everyone did his, or her, job without hesitation. Creighton and Sandra had spent the afternoon scuba diving and returned to the ship shortly after twilight to find wine and cheese waiting for them in the parlor. After their large lunch, having a simple snack was perfect, allowing them time to enjoy the evening together.