Cradle Novels & Stories

Her mother was hovering, and Matilda was hovering too, Nathalie was carrying a chair behind her just in case. But she was smiling at us. That war-goddess-in-silk smile, even in a maternity dress. "Douglas!" she called. "Did Father send you to spy on us?" Douglas laughed and went to hug her, so carefully, his big arms around her shoulders, avoiding her belly like it was made of glass. "I brought you something better than toast," he said, and nodded to one of his warriors. The warrior brought forward a small, carved wooden cradle. It was Palace-made. With the crest of Green Meadows and the Royal Crest together, intertwined. And inside, a tiny blanket embroidered

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.

The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, a touch Alexa had added to make the house feel like home. Carrying her baby, Rahilla, in her arms, Alexa made her way to the nursery. The room was bright and cheerful, with walls painted in soft pastel colors. A cradle adorned with delicate patterns stood by the window, overlooking a small backyard filled with wildflowers. Above the cradle, a mobile of soft toys spun gently in the breeze, its tinkling melody soothing both mother and child.

He had learned early on that Lune was sensitive to many things, and he wanted to be the rock she could lean on during this transformative journey. Arlo started by creating a safe and nurturing environment at their home. He transformed a corner of their shared bedroom into a cozy nursery, painting the walls in soft, calming colors. He chose gentle pastels that would evoke a sense of tranquility, far removed from the turmoil they had both faced. Arlo spent hours assembling the crib, meticulously following the instructions, and testing each component to ensure it was secure and safe. It was an act of love, a physical manifestation of his dedication to Lune and their child.

There is nothing more maddening than to be desired carefully when you are desperate to be ruined. —A Lover’s Journal, 19th c. CAMELLIA Was it too soon to be this happy? “This is Camellia. She carries my child. She is my mate, and soon to be your Luna. You will honor her. You will tend to her. You will defend her as if she were the Moon herself coming down among us. That is not a request. Fail me, and I will show you just how quietly and completely I can destroy a life.”

Blocking every name route would hollow me out before I reached my son. I looked at the floor where Leo's black-gold cradle had vanished. Vessel Preparation Nursery. The phrase made my skin crawl. "We go after my son." Mira's eyes widened. "And Eli?" "We take him with us." The cradle was too large to carry. The boy inside was not fully restored. The registry wanted him to stay where it could process him. So I broke the cradle. Not with power first. With the pipe Silas handed me. Glass cracked under the first hit. Pain lanced up my arms. The second hit opened a spiderweb fracture across Eli's outlin

“He will not mind. He will love it.” Torrhen came up to see the cradle that evening, and he did. He stood in the bedroom and ran his hand along the polished apple wood and read the carved line and put his arm around Garrett’s shoulders without saying anything, the way two alphas stood beside a third generation’s first piece of furniture without needing words. The cradle was placed beside the bed, where the small new life would sleep within reach of her mother’s hand for the first months after she was born. Brynn watched it every night before she slept now. It was so much closer to real than the abstract knowledge of pregnancy ha

Crystal River Pack The meadow was beautifully decorated with pink twinkling lights creating a small canopy above a white bassinet. Gerard stood next to Kiara with their baby in the decorated white bassinet in front of them. Pink and white satin encircled the bassinet in swags with the crest of the pack hanging on a golden chain.

I let out an unconscious squeak as I daintily picked the chain up. The lights from the television caught the chain, the reflecting lights blinded my eyes for a second. What really got me hooked to the chain was the pendant, it was small too but definitely bigger and very clear. The three letters carved into a pendant read out - FAY. I blinked back the tears already pricking my eyelids as I drank in the sheer beauty of the jewel. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!!" I cried out as I threw my arms over my Dad's neck in gratitude.

“Doctors said we can see the baby first while Linda is still asleep” Brendan led them to the NICU and there she saw the tiniest creature she has ever seen. “He’s so tiny” she blurted out not noticing her tears. She saw Brendan shedding happy tears when the baby yawned. How could a simple action from a tiny human being trigger so much emotions? “Can we touch him?” she asked Brendan. “Not yet, Celine. Maybe after a week once he recovers. Just a little bit more” Brendan chuckled.