Cradle Me I'll Cradle You Novels & Stories

Marianna's POV "Rock-a-bye baby in the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come Baby, Cradle and all." I kept humming after her eyes became heavy with sleep. She can't keep staring at me. She's giving up. Her pretty brown eyes won't last. I hummed softly lowering my tone until i kept silent. I lay her down in her crib. She's really pretty. I'm truly blessed to have her.

l will revenge for you. I will treat you well I will give you everything you desire in this world. Even if it means getting the stars from the sky l will. I can put my life for you if l have too. Protecting you and Tamim are my responsibility of you accept me. I won't let you down.

I told you two days ago that the board members have started having doubts thinking that you might not be the right one to be the CEO of this multi billion company because you're not married and you don't have a child and they are right you know, so whether you like it or not you're going to go out with Cindy for lunch” “Until when will you stop dictating my life father? I just feel like it's a crime that I was born a Griffith. I need to go out without being followed. I need to live my life the way I want and I need to give birth when I want not because you people want me to have a baby and you go on choosing women for me to love because they are high status. Your images always come first, I

Her voice echoed oddly, splitting into two tones—hers and something lower, almost answering. She moved forward. The floor beneath their boots was a mosaic of glass and metal, depicting a lunar shape cradling a sun. Where she stepped, light bloomed underfoot and faded again behind her. The walls curved inward at the top, creating the impression of being inside a colossal sphere. At its center hovered a column of light rising from a pool of dark water. Zevran approached the pool’s edge. The surface reflected nothing. “What is it?” “The Cradle,” she said. “The Moon’s resting core. It holds what was left behind when the god fell.”

“Till Monday then.” “Monday it is, sir.” he replied with a slight smile. As he walked through the door, I clenched my fists, coming to the realization that I was still the same coward from ten years ago.

He stepped forward, then wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my head. He continued, "Give me one more chance, won't you? I want to marry you with everything I am and everything I have." I leaned back into the warmth of his embrace, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the salty sea breeze that drifted through the window. The pain of the past was like a deep scar in my soul. It would never disappear, but it could be soothed by tenderness. My life had descended into hell because of Damien, and now, it seemed, it would find its redemption through him, too.

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the edge of the bed, his voice spilling out in fractured promises. “I’ll try. I swear. I’ll be better. For you. For us. I’ll listen this time. I’ll fight the right way. I’ll…” His voice crumbled, softer now, fragile as glass. “I’ll never let you go through something like that for me again.” Travian’s fingers, frail but determined, threaded shakily through his brother’s. “That’s all I ask.”

No panties. Heat pooled low in my belly despite my exhaustion. Even from behind bars, he could make my body respond with a single text. I typed back quickly. **Isla: Yes, Daddy. I miss you so much it hurts.** --- The drive to the maximum-security prison outside the city felt endless. I wore the black wrap dress he wanted—modest enough for the outside, but easy access underneath. My growing belly pressed against the seatbelt. At four months now, the pregnancy was undeniable. Our third child. A piece of him I carried while he fought to survive inside those concrete walls.

“I’m gonna fill you up again, baby.” With a loud, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse, so much it overflowed immediately, dripping down my thighs in creamy rivulets. He kept grinding deep, emptying every drop while I trembled beneath him.

And I am not looking for a savior. I close my eyes. Crack eighty-four. The Wildcard is tamed. One down. Two to go.