Cradle Novels & Stories

It was actually true. "What job opportunity?" "At a prestigious company, OLAD company. She's a worker there" that seemed to catch his attention. "That company belongs to Claudia Smith and her daughter, Ola Smith" he says and my heart started racing. I shouldn't have said that. "Yup and the pay is pretty good" I simply say. "Right" "Romeo its getting late, i gotta go. Thank you for the wonderful meal and the nice chat" "Let me at least get you a cab" he said, getting up to grab his jacket.

But what if her son cries all night again? Ah, she will just let Scott buy the rocker crib just in case she needs it. There's no need to lose a good night's sleep if she can buy a self-rocking cradle. She picked up her phone and browsed the internet to find the best self-rocking cradle for newborns. She found the perfect cradle with a video demonstration. She quickly sent the video to Scott for him to buy later, when he's about to go home. The electric cradle can be bought from all the leading infant stores in the mall.

Milk trickles out of my nipple and down my body, washed away by the running water. Spontaneously, memories of Zane and I excitedly preparing for Celio's arrival resurface. On the day that we had prepared and decorated the nursery, Zane had insisted that he wanted to build the cradle on his own. He took pride in the fact that we were going to have a son and he boasted that he'd do everything for Celio and raise him to become a big, strong man. He promised he would be present for every single milestone in only little bubba's life even if it meant neglecting his duties as Alpha sometimes.

’ The red haired stranger who claimed to be my mother had shaking hands and cleaned her tears, recomposed herself and leaned her torso, for her arms to rest on her lap. I sat down on my bed again and so did Ophelia. ‘You were born on a rainy day. Not many children of our kind are born in October, but there you were, a little bundle of joy on a Friday the 13th. Lia lived near the Orphanage and as soon as I found out about my pregnancy I have lived with her. You must understand, Kyla, that if someone found out about you, you wouldn’t be here. I had to keep you safe.’

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.

I almost went after the eternity gold chain, but it didn't look like something my Dolores would wear. "This is our Andromeda line." A large tray was placed in front of me. A trio of delicate gold chains with tiny stars that decorated it caught my attention. The lady said they could be worn separately or together. I also ended up with several bracelets and earrings to match from the same line. I wanted to test how she responded to presents and then maybe give her one at a time. Or all at once. I haven't given it much thought. I wanted to bury her in presents; perhaps it was my way to make up for all that lost time. "Wrapped these please."

Creed's cock sprang to life, thinking about doing it right now until his mother walked through the entryway. "There is my favorite mated couple," she cooed as she brought in a large basket full of birthing supplies. The basket was filled with cotton, string, scissors, and cloth to help swaddle their fledgling. Behind her, Apollo stood with his arms crossed behind her, looking down the cave walls and scouting for trouble. Ondi absentmindedly rubbed her growing belly, now only two months along.

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.

I had extended an olive branch, and it was only logical for them to grasp it. I later learned that Jeffrey was frantically trying to salvage his standing. He called client after client, pleading for them to reconsider, and was even seen begging banks for loan extensions. His assets were mortgaged to the hilt, but it was insufficient to cover his burgeoning losses. He was overconfident and overextending himself back then. Years of smooth sailing made him forget his limits. Now, he finally knew where he stood.

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