Novel & Cerita Cradle Me I'll Cradle You

ALEXIS' POV The thud of the blood bag I dropped echoed in my room, then through the hallway disrupting my thoughts, I wiped my lips clean with my cuff and fell backwards to my bed—my eyes up, rummaging the crystal chandelier that hung above me, I hadn't noticed how golden brown it was till now — plastered with gemstones all shaped in U-drop prisms that fell to its sides, dangling every now and then as something moved, Every part of this fortress was connected in the most incomprehensible ways. An ancient, yet exquisite item. Only God knows how long it's been in existence, or maybe he doesn't too.

And there, floating in the center of the void, was the Cradle. ​The Child of the Constant ​They drifted toward it, not by engines, but by Intent. ​The cradle was woven from the silver-fibers of the "Original Pen" and the dried roots of the "Mother-Tree." Inside, the infant lay wrapped in a swaddle made of the "Deleted Drafts." The baby’s silver hair shimmered with the same light as Kael’s "Muted" years, and when its eyes opened, one was the deep, resonant Amber of Nora’s future, while the other was the piercing Green of Kael’s past.

" This package has arrived for you Crystal" Crystal received the package, it's what she went shopping for, her wedding is set for tomorrow, there's no going back, From tomorrow till the next year, she'll live as Mrs. Rafael Manuel, her stomach quivered at the thought, for the next one year, she'll be in this prison called marriage, tonight is her last night and she will utilize it to the fullest, she took her package upstairs, tomorrow, she will become a married woman, a loving, faithful wife to Rafael Manuel Jnr.

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“The way you open for me, the way you milk every drop from me… you are my greatest blessing.” Spring blossomed with fresh hope and new life. The meadows exploded in color, and our growing family filled the ridge with energy. Great-great-grandchildren now toddled through the grass, their tiny voices echoing the laughter of generations past. Kael brought news of a grand alliance between three distant packs, while Lira shared stories of miraculous healings aided by the crystals’ light.

"Come for me, baby" "Oh my... Fuck, Cris..." Her nails dig into my shoulders as she comes. I have to clamp my hand around her mouth so she won't wake the kids. I'm not far behind her and as I empty myself inside her, I pray for a miracle. A seemingly impossible one but isn't that what miracles are? ****************************************************

I added. "Yes my princess, I'm yours" ****

“Thank you… thank you so much.” “Where are you going now?” she asked gently. “I don’t know yet,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. “But I’ll figure it out. For the baby. For me. I have to.” “I’m here,” Mia said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “Whenever you’re ready. Whenever you need me. You’re not alone, okay? You’re never alone in this.” “I know.” I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “I love you, Mia.”

I said with a slight smile. He smiled and held out his hand in front of me. “I’m Jericko Santilla,” he said. I was going to shake his hand when I realized I was still holding his other hand. I slowly released it and shook his hand. "Hello, I'm Isabelle. Thank you Jericko for saving me earlier,” I said with a full smile. He said in a sexy voice, "It's my pleasure to save a gorgeous girl like you." I really don’t know but I think I already had a crush on him. Especially when he is smiling, my heart beats so fast.

He waves the key between us, and when I lift a questioning brow, he says, "I want you to have it. It’s the house key and my bike key." "Oh," I mumble as I take it from him, and he closes his hand around mine, his thumb stroking my knuckles. "Anytime you miss me, and neither a call nor a text cuts it, I want you to come here and remember everything that we’ve…" There’s a crack in his voice, and tears start to well up in my eyes again. "I’ll come here and relive every moment. I’ll hold on to every single one as I wait for your return." I complete the words for him, and he nods slowly, eyes red with unshed tears.