Cradle 12 Novels & Stories

I never really bought into all that Christmas crap. At twenty-two years old, I had outgrown the fairy tales about jolly old Santa and his reindeer games a long time ago. My name is Alex, and I'm just your average cocky twink from the city—lean body, smooth skin, short dark hair, and a mouth that always seems to land me in hot water. I've spent the last few years chasing thrills in underground clubs, letting older, rougher guys pin me down and fuck me senseless. But no matter how hard they went, it was never enough. I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging.

Azrael finally spoke to which it only made Cris shrug. “I mean, she did call you ‘mom’.” this only made Anna howl in laughter, much more if the laughter from earlier could beat that. Anna slightly slapped Cris’ hand and looked at him, still laughing a bit. “Do you think a 14 years old would get out of her womb?” she asked, but went silent when her hand was still on his arm. Damn, he’s jack! Cris could only laugh awkwardly at his dumb accusations. “Uh, I though wolves grow quickly?” he explained but it made both the females face palmed.

This shit is so so cruel. "She is our girl. She is our princess and she is solely ours. If you dare touch her or speak bad about her, we will not think twice to end your life in the blink of an eye" he said cracking his knuckles and his neck. He wiped the blood on his hands and gave a deadly glare to all the boys infront of him. "Wylan, can you get me some ice-cubes?" Nicholas asked not looking at him. He was still looking at Carter with a deadly glare while Carter's legs are still burning. Wylan handed Nicholas some Ice-cubes and he poured water over Carter's body.

His fingers wrapped around the collar still buckled around my throat from the night before. “To a club. Not just any club. The one where I was trained. By him.” “Him?” Jax smirked. “You’ll call him Master Crane. He’s going to help me see how well I’ve trained you. See if you’ve earned your leash.” My thighs clenched. “Are you afraid?” I didn’t lie. “Yes.” He leaned in, brushing his mouth along my ear. “Good.” The club was unmarked. Of course. A black door. A red light. And a woman at the front desk with tattooed knuckles and a clipboard of names.

Because that is the greatest, and that greatness is the reason why they are here today. They will fill this home with love. And that's where she and Jason will live. They will wake up every day with a twinkle in their eyes. How each day they will share the warmth of the great love they have for one another, and there they will cling so that they remain steadfast, not only for themselves but also, and even more so for their future children.

Naina's POV After coming outside from the orphanage I looked at the ice cream parlor to see that man has left. Weird man. I took an auto towards my house. I took out my mobile to see that there was a message from Sameer. I smiled looking at his name. Sameer. The guy who I have a crush on but I am too shy to confess my feelings to him. I opened the message. "You will come tomorrow at the same time to teach English to Shivam, right?" "Yes," I replied back. "Okay we will be waiting for you." I smiled looking at his message.

“Seeee??” “Yeah. Why?” “Turtle! HAHAHA! I thought it was just me!” “What are the actual words though? Dirt all on my name?” “Throwing that dirt all on my name.” “Yay! I’m right!” “Charlie Puth is Lodi!” “HAHAHA! Speaking of Lodi, I think Ludi is waiting for me outside.” “That’s cool. Are you guys leaving already? Y’all take care!” “Yes. And guess what? They’re asking for you to come with us.”

“So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.” Her arrogance made the word “crush” sound like a cruel joke. I gave a bitter smile and walked away without a word. That night, Blake came to the house. She already knew what had happened and was trying to get to the truth. “Unfortunately, the cameras at Fiona’s house were all broken. And since you weren’t with Nigel all the time, we can’t prove anything. Now it’s just Fiona’s word against yours.” She had even worse news to add. “Nigel’s been suspicious of you for a while. A month ago, he hired people to look into where you’ve b

But first, we had to survive the night. I leaned my head against the window, watching the moon rise higher in the sky—full and bright and beautiful. A blood moon, I realized. How fitting. The battle for Crestfall had truly begun. And I had the sinking feeling that before this was over, a lot more blood would be spilled. To be continued...

One by one, I pull them out. "Wow." I say as I pull the first one out. I remember this. It's one of the first vibrators Noah bought. He calls it 'Midnight Rose'. It has this deep, matte plum color, shaped like a blooming flower bud. It’s small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, with a soft, silicone mouth at the center. I know that it doesn't actually vibrate in the traditional sense. It just uses Air Pulse. Like creating rhythmic waves of air pressure that mimic a suction sensation.