Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

I am pressing him into the locker. "Let go of me!" he cries out in pain. "What's happening in here?" shouts coach Brimworth. I shoved Nate away. "I said, What's happening here?" Coach Brimworth's voice is louder. Coach Brimworth viewed me as I huffed, angry, and soon his gaze lowered to the floor, seeing my broken goggles. He goes to take up a piece. "Nate, is this yours?" he asks. "Yes, sir," I say. "My 10-year-old sister gave it to me before she died from cancer." Tears come down as I say it.

“The spell will protect the nursery from Blood Feather’s mouth, but the crown power you lose will seek the half that was hidden elsewhere.” That answer chilled me more than a clear punishment would have done. “Elsewhere?” Conri asked. The silver web brightened, and every stolen child turned toward the farthest cradle in the darkest corner. (Conri POV) I followed the children’s gaze and saw a cradle I had missed because no torch, crown light, or wolf glow had touched it before. It hung from roots shaped like folded arms, wrapped in shadow, silver thread, and old Northridge cloth darkened by years beneath stone.

Instead… The crystal cradle responded with another heartbeat. Thump. A pause. Thump. Not mechanical. Not magical. Almost… Human. ⸻ The hooded stranger stepped between Anaya and the cradle. “Move away.” Their usually calm voice carried unmistakable urgency. The little girl obeyed without argument. “But why?” The stranger didn’t answer. Instead, they carefully touched the edge of the cradle. Nothing happened. No light. No heartbeat. The Sanctuary remained silent. The monk frowned. “It ignored you.” ⸻

CRAVING MORE CYRUS'S POV I lay there, chest heaving, staring down at him like he'd just rewired my entire brain. dominic, sprawled on the bed, his hair plastered to his forehead, his chest rising and falling too fast, his cock still twitching from me, and my god—I wanted him again already, even though my balls were empty and aching. Fuck. I knew I'd never get enough of him. I could never get enough of him. My hands flexed, fingers curling on the sheets, just wanting him closer, wanting the heat back, the smell, the taste of him. The way he looked at me, with that mixture of fear and want, that submissive little bitch look I loved so much—it made my chest tighten until I thought it would impl

Nightwatch & Motives That night, after the last call ended and the boardroom settled into dangerous quiet, Adrian stood at the window like a predator watching the city. His earlier vow echoed in the apartment—a promise and a threat braided together. He’d always preferred control to chaos; now he was leaning into chaos to protect something unquantifiable. And in the shadows of the boardroom, the Cranes were smiling. Because every war, no matter how fierce the soldiers, left scars. Across town, Clara listened to updates with quiet delight. “Perfect,” she murmured, smirking. “The Harrington empire doesn’t need me to destroy it. The board will do it for me.” Her laughter echoed cold through the

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

He thought of the tears in Lydia’s eyes and the way she had looked at her paint-stained hands. The Clarkes had made a fatal error. They thought they were playing a game of chess. They didn't realize they had just stepped into a cage with a monster. *** Adrian stood up, his height dwarfing the broken kitchen. He looked like a god of vengeance standing in a temple of ash. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a direct line to his head of acquisitions and "Special Projects."

"This time, I'm not walking in alone. I have you. I have Reyes. I have my mother's memory. I have a daughter who's waiting for me to come home." I looked at the crane. At the fragile wings, the careful folds, the hope folded into every crease. "They think they're setting a trap. But they're walking into one." Adam smiled. That smile I'd loved from across rooms, before I knew his name. "Then let's go catch ourselves a Circle." The plane flew on into the dawn. Ahead, the trap was waiting. But so are we.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too