Cradle Me I'll Cradle You Novels & Stories

It was the heart of a thriving village they called "The Cradle." The Cradle was a place of impossible life. The moss had become grass, soft and resilient, covering the ground between the lovingly repaired crystal structures. The single tree had become a grove, its children sprouting from seeds carried on the now-gentle wind. Vines, heavy with glowing, blue fruit, climbed the walls, their light pushing back the eternal twilight. A spring, coaxed from the deep earth by Leo's persistent communion with the land, bubbled in the central plaza, its water clear and sweet.

Fuck! “Please.” I begged, my breath shaky. All I wanted was to finally be relieved. “Who do you belong to?” he whispered into my ear as his tongue grazed my neck, making me shiver. “I belong to you, daddy.” “Good girl,” Rael whispered, sliding into me once more, each thrust harder than the last. “That's a good girl, take my cock like a slut” he spat, fucking me harder and making me cry out.

~Miss me? -A

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

If you push things forward like that, it's going to lead to a huge crisis! Unexpectedly, Marshall simply laughed when he heard that. He got his phone out and played a video. It was a video of a half-finished building collapsing. Dozens of workers were buried beneath the rubble, and the scene descended into utter chaos. The title of the video was "Scene of Jeremy Carter's Crimes". I scrambled to make an emergency call for someone to save the trapped workers, but Marshall scoffed at me. "These videos were taken a week ago. Do you like the gift I prepared for you, Jeremy?"

My eyes widened in panic, and I stared down at the broken tray, too concerned to even look at the person I had collided with. Weird, I know. But the second rule given to me was to never break anything, and now that I have, I didn’t need anyone to inform me that I have lost my job. With a very devastated heart, I crouched down gently, ready to pick the broken glasses, but a hand shot forward, grabbing my wrist before I could touch the fragmented pieces. “Don’t, Noria. They are going to hurt you.” The familiar voice echoed in my ear, and when my breath hitched, only then did I take in the cologne.

Despite his familiarity with my desires, he still posed the question every time. "To feel liberated, to experience absolute freedom without any constraints. I crave my escape, and you are it. Just make me feel unburdened!" I stood, anticipating, wondering if he would fulfil my needs. His hands seized mine, and he whisked me away from my position, my body yearning for his touch, yearning for that sense of liberation. Please, don't stop; keep me in this moment for hours. The restraints wrapping around my wrists, tightening so I cannot pull free, his hands guiding mine up until they lock onto the hoop above me, instantly feeling a bit of freedom.

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

"Yeah right, you're just saying that so you don't lose me." "When you were younger I watched you all the time. Thought about you all the time. It drove me crazy every day. When you finally came back from Florida I started following you, calling your brother up to act like I wanted to talk to him; just so he can eventually tell me where you were. I saved you from getting kidnapped and killed. Honestly, do you think I would do any of that stuff if I didn't love you? So what, I panicked when you said you loved me, it isn't every day a goddess tells me she loves me. I panicked and I ran and I'm sorry, okay please can you please forgive me?"

I vowed. "One last goodbye, uncle Jaafar. We promise never to show our faces again, until you ask for it, and don't ever look for us too. Don't ever run to us as we did here now. Don't ever ask for our forgiveness when you're in pain. Don't ever think you're still included in our life. We leave you and your family in peace... GOODBYE." Reedah said and we left in tears, not allowing him to insult us further. FLASH BACK ENDS