Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

Dad added as he stood up from his spot on the sofa before grabbing his opened laptop and positioning it properly on his elbow before trying to pick his phones up from the hand rest of the sofa. I picked the phones and handed them to him which he placed on the laptop before looking at me blankly. "I'll take care of it with my all, I promise!" I informed my Dad, my fingers unconsciously covering the pendant of the choker as if trying to shield it from anything harmful. "I know you will, I just want you to know how dangerous this small necklace is. Some thieves can cut off your neck just to get this necklace cause it's a pure. It doesn't fade, it glows forever, like you." Dad's voice infiltrat

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

"The third? You told me there were only two! You told me it was just me and Sarah!" "I lied to protect you," Aris said, his voice cracking. "In the 1998 crash, there wasn't just one essence harvested. There were three. You were the Flame. Sarah was the Anchor. But the third... she was the **Cradle**. She was designed to be the physical bridge for the Hive-Mind itself. The Reapers didn't bring her to Earth twenty years ago because she wasn't ready. She needed a planet-sized nervous system to host her consciousness." "And I just gave it to her," I said, looking at the red lines I had just carved into the Earth. "I built the network. I stabilized the world. I created the throne, and now they’ve

“I’m afraid of getting my hands dirty! Now, give me back my collar!” Nathan picked up the collar and studied the soaring eagle and the red jewel. Crystal reached for the necklace, but he was too quick for her. He slipped it into his pants pocket. Crystal held her palm open. “Give it back to me!” she whined. Nathan: “Let’s make a deal.” Crystal: “Fine. You can have your stupid bullet back in exchange for the collar you stole from me.” Nathan smirked. “Tell me something,” he said. “Whose plaything for you, Nathan’s or mine?”

That was the tracking gem that went missing. My breath caught as he looked at it, almost thoughtfully, before tightening his grip. It shattered in his hand. The sound was sharp and final. Caleb shifted beside me, tension snapping through him instantly. His gaze locked onto the far side of the room. A small, sealed box. “That’s it,” he whispered, barely audible. “That’s the Moonclaw.” He moved. I grabbed his wrist immediately, stopping him. “Don’t,” I breathed. “He’s right there—”

For the first time, she experienced how wonderful it feels to have someone called the apple of the eye. She was in the library then, researching for her report. Coincidentally, the book she needed was on the higher part of the shelf and she could not reach it. But because of her shy nature, she still tried to reach the book by squatting. She was surprised when suddenly a tall, dark-skinned man approached her and handed her the book.

She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. “You’re lucky I like you,” she muttered, waving them in. The Jeep took off fast, tires screeching as they drove onto a back road. “You two are all over the city’s surveillance grids,” Clarissa said. “Crane’s not just hunting you, he’s baiting you. He Wants you to come out in the open.” “We just did,” Aiden muttered. Clarissa passed Julian a tablet. “While you were being hunted, Sierra dropped the article.” Julian scanned the headline.

As Rome stood with his head hung low, Cameron’s blood still fresh on his teeth and fur, Ivar came u beside him, supporting him as he mourned greatly. “Uh,” after several long minutes, Billy’s voice came through the link, breaking through the sorrowful tension. “We confirmed Mr. Smith was a snake, right? Like, some sick, freaky, eat-an-entire-family-and-all-the-pets-too sort of snake?” “Why?” Fear started to settle in me once again. Driana took Chloe, and I forgot about one major threat. Mr. Smith. “Because we found billions of the weirdest fucking crystals out here, and they all have pieces of a snake in them. We got a large one that had the tip of a giant-ass tail in it.”

My eyes are twitching as I tear the envelope open and run my fingers over the back of the letter. Beth outdid herself just to get me this envelope. She could have just said my task the way she did the other girls. Anyway, I turn the letter and unfold it, inhaling just a little to ease the tension that's coiled tight in my chest. At first I'm not sure what I'm reading. But it's plain. In clear letters and there's no thought about being delusional or seeing stuff. "Nova Graham, you are to find a goody two shoes new guy, make friends with him, make him fall for you and break his heart in the cruelest way possible."

ALEKSANDER “Yes, everything. From the cars to the people, literally anyone who went near that warehouse, every car that drove by.” I explain to Luca. He's the Bratva’s Cypher. Luca is a quiet, dependable fixer. Not flashy but always effective. He handles logistics and intel–cams, safe houses, meetups–and gets results without drama. I've seen him work before, so I trust him with this. Nico is upstairs, too angry to speak properly. He's been in that state since we left that warehouse, hell, since he got that photo.