Cradle 12 Novels & Stories

Creed didn't stop, he kept climbing branch by branch. "I have to hold back, it's not dad! pull yourself together, man." ~MY BOY, LOOK AT ME~ "twinkle, twinkle little star... how I wonder what u are..." Creed kept mumbling while ignoring the tempting voice behind his back. He didn't stop once as if wanted to muffle the voice coming from his back. "12 sevens are 84, 12 eights are 96, 12 nines are 108, 12 tens are—"

Mehndi ni mehndi Mehndi ni mehndi Mehndi ni mehndi Mehndi ni mehndi Tere hattan vich phool bann khildi Mehndi badeyan nasiba naal mildi Te gaadha rang je chadhya Ho gayi balle balle oye oye oye oye Mehndi ni mehndi Mehndi ni mehndi Mehndi ni mehndi Mehndi ni mehndi Hey yo I m telling you so lets go Fil it in the tempo We not care about them We just super like nintendo We gonna buzz it off Fil the music in you bones Dj play that tune give me Something new We're gonna Party all night long Biba meri biba jo Aayi hai cham se biba

You all making me to feel like I have more than a year to spend" Reedah said. Feigning to be sad. "C' Mon is even less than a year and before you knew it you're you've become a professional doctor everybody want around the world. Trust me" Khalid winked at her and it make blush. It fluster her stomach. just a wink from him send a lot of message to her.

A CRUSH Prologue " I like you, Simeon " Adriana Confessed Shyly, as her Ears turned red, this was the first time she was having a crush on a guy and telling him about it. " You what? " Simeon asked ignorantly Though he heard what she said. " I said I like you! " Adriana Replied, Repeating her earlier Words.

Camden grabbed Chloe in a hug as soon as he saw her, leaving his friend standing under the tree and waiting open-mouthed. “Hey, little one!” she said as she got out of his embrace. For a boy who was just eight years old, he sure was tall, but not at tall as she was, because he was only reaching her shoulder. Chloe wasn't a really tall girl, but she had long legs that seem like they went on forever, the keyword being "seem”.

The next night the girls and I went to a club called Vault. It's a nice place to dance and smoke hookah, but it is too damn small. From outside of the club it looks dark with flashing lights; the only way you'll know it's a club is by the music blasting through the walls. They play all the latest hits, some reggaeton but mostly hip-hop.

The kind of cosmic, soul-ripping sound that made the Cradle drop to her knees, hands over her ears, as the very air began to flake like dead skin. And from that screaming sky… A claw emerged. Not metaphor. Not dream. A real claw. Bigger than cities. Dripping ink that turned to rot as it fell. Kael screamed—and this time it was only him. “I can’t hold it—” The Cradle stood, blood dripping from her ears, and looked at him. Then she looked at the claw. At the sky fracturing above them. And she decided. She ran. Straight at him. “Don’t—” he choked.

Tucked beneath it was a single blood-red card, the words embossed in elegant gold script: Midnight Masquerade One night only. No names. No limits. Rooftop Penthouse, Eclipse Tower. 11:00 PM sharp.Come alone. Dress to be devoured. A shiver raced down my spine, pooling hot and low in my belly. For months I’d been drowning in the same routine — boring dates that ended with polite kisses, nights spent touching myself to fantasies that never quite satisfied the ache. At twenty-two, Aria Vale was tired of playing it safe. I wanted to feel alive. Wanted hands that didn’t ask permission. Wanted to be wanted so desperately it hurt.

The trail ahead straightened. "There," Seris said. "It remembers." They followed the thread of memory deeper. Into a valley that should not exist. The mountains on either side were too steep. The sky above too dim, despite the sun still hanging overhead. And at the valley's heart— The Cradle. Luna stopped. Stared. It was not a temple in the way the Moon Temple was a temple. No carved stone. No graceful arches. This was older. Rougher. A ring of standing stones, each taller than three wolves stacked, formed a circle around a central structure that seemed to be made of *compressed shadow*—solid, dark, impenetrable.

Shit. I ducked down out of sight and moved under my boss's credenza. This was freaking fantastic. My work space was covered in water, and my nail polish sat in plain view. Huddled on the floor, I craned my neck to peer through the crack under the wood. All I could see were his feet moving around my chair. The adrenaline pumped through me, and my heartbeat echoed in my ears. The call rang at my desk and went unanswered.