Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

I'd been reborn. Staring at my pudgy little hands, I barely processed it. Didn't Ella kill me? Guess the universe hit rewind. Two women stood outside the orphanage gate. Lindsay Crowe—yep, still drop-dead gorgeous, every move like a slow-mo perfume ad. She was the one who picked me last time. Beside her was Dakota Hart. Sharp eyes, hair yanked back, zero smiles. The kind of mom who ran her house like a boot camp.

The kind of cosmic, soul-ripping sound that made the Cradle drop to her knees, hands over her ears, as the very air began to flake like dead skin. And from that screaming sky… A claw emerged. Not metaphor. Not dream. A real claw. Bigger than cities. Dripping ink that turned to rot as it fell. Kael screamed—and this time it was only him. “I can’t hold it—” The Cradle stood, blood dripping from her ears, and looked at him. Then she looked at the claw. At the sky fracturing above them. And she decided. She ran. Straight at him. “Don’t—” he choked.

"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

Astrid smiles the first genuine one for a few days. “Yes, what’s wrong with their heart beats?” I give her the container and she looks at it “where did you guys get Soul Snatchers from?” “Soul Snatchers? That’s what they are called?” Franny scoffs “she just made that up” “yes, that’s what they’re called, they’re usually placed in a drink, they’re generally very small at the time of introduction, get’s into the stomach and latches on, nibbles then makes it way through the blood stream up to the heart, ahhhh I get it, it took over their hearts!”

Now he was standing right under a white light that looked like a spotlight, shining on him and making him look like a noble angel. “Ciara,” he said carefully. “I—Blood Dawn have invested a lot in you. You were ours from the start. This is your home.” “This is not my home!” Ciara screamed, angry. “Stop calling this godforsaken place my home!” Crane took wide strides toward the cage and wrapped his arms around the bars. “You have nowhere to go,” he hissed. “Yes, I do!” Ciara fought back. “I have a pack. They will definitely look for me!”

Claire takes me to a magnificent room, and I look at it in awe. “I am Claire, and you are?” she says, smiling at me. “Nala,” I return her smile. “I am so happy he has found his mate. At least he will be nicer”, she whispers. “What makes you say so?” I whisper back to her, and my curiosity heightens.

CHAPTER 66. 24 HOURS. ~MATT POINT OF VIEW~ It’s a mini warehouse that has only one entrance, and that makes it even easier for us to cage them in. We rush in—I take the lead, Rip behind me, and Blaze looking around with his rifle already whipped out. The first man I see is their club president, and I reach for my gun before he can pull his from his cut. I point it at him. “Any stupid move and I’ll blow your brains off… Juice.”

This was trouble. I sneaked down and out into the garden. The newt didn’t move. I carefully untied the items. The tube was sealed with wax stamped by a crest: a sharp claw inside a shadow. It was the mark of the Shadowclaw Pack from the South. My hands shook a bit as I unrolled the small scroll inside. The message was short and to the point. "To Lila,

I said to my securities, we went to the car and Chris drove off. " Head to the police station " " Okay sir" Chris said driving in a steady speed, just then my phone rang. " Dad" I said after seeing the caller's ID " Bryan what have you done about the case" " I'm just coming from the tourist commissioner's office he agreed to find more information about the kidnap" " I also just called him, he said same, so how is my daughter-in-law and her father?" he asked me. " Melanie is fine but Mr.Fredrick is still in coma"

My arms around her become even tighter. Three sets of memories. They tried to rewrite three lives. Every discovery we've made has still been incomplete. Someone has stolen far more than friendship. They have stolen an entire person from history. A sharp crack splits the evening. Instinct screams before thought can catch up. I shove Beatrice sideways, and something streaks through the space where she'd been standing. The sniper round strikes the pendant hanging beneath her shirt with explosive force. Silver shatters, and the chain snaps without a second chance. The necklace bursts apart in a shower of metal fragments. A tiny black object spins through the air.