Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

Anna stepped forward, her eyes flashing with distaste as she looked at the commotion pretending to be concerned"Why would you hit my niece? You are not only a kidnapper, but a woman beater as well!" Crain let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Your niece? Old woman, don't be deceived by her beautiful, innocent face. She's a venomous snake!" "Please, don't speak about me like that!" Sylvia cried out, clutching her cheek. "I don't even know who you are!" Crain chuckled darkly. "Oh, so now you don't know me? But when you came to me and told me to help you kidnap Ethan Vale because he was threatening your relationship with your boyfriend, you knew me, didn't you?"

“I, Chloe Hammer, welcome you to the Bonners Club. You have demonstrated the kind of potential that sets you apart from the rest. Therefore, I present this candle to you as a formal gesture of our offer." She extended the candle toward Marcella. From where I stood behind her, I couldn't help but smile, seeing how overwhelmed by the surprise. Marcella reached out with a trembling hand and took the candle, her hand darting back and forth like a frightened lamb caught in a snare. “Blow it out," Chloe encouraged, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Go on." Marcella took a breath and blew out the flame. As the flame died, one of the girls stationed at the door let out a piercing screa

He said. Chloe looked up at him as she shoved the last book into her bag, and she asked. “Can I have my pen back?” her eyes started to water at the insult but she tried to hold it in. Zach shook his head at her and then he said. “No, Chloe, it’s mine now. In fact, everything you own will be mine if and when I want them. Put that in mind.” He looked at Liam who was just shaking his head at him and said. “Let's go.”

He can see himself smiling in the portrait, while the man with black hair with a few blonde strands next to it just has a flat expression. Louis chuckled softly when he saw the man he dreamed of to be his son-in-law. "How handsome he is." Louis muttered. The middle-aged man remembered his conversation with someone who was in the portrait. He is Lester, the first child of the Hyden family in the United States. At a very young age, he is already in control of the business and continues the company that was previously run by his father. A terrible tragedy that befell Lester's parents that killed both of them, making him inevitably have to take over all the work that his father had previously do

"Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is. Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment. Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is. He doesn't look thirty six does he? He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us. He was special services. A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds. I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space. But, do not be decieved, it is anything but." I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made m

But something was off. I found them staring not at me but behind me. I slowly turned back to find two familiar blue eyes staring at me, sucking my soul out of my body. Mr....Richard....Solomon...! What the hell...!!! Crab...! What did I just do...! *************

Mason squeezes me reassuringly as he senses my sudden tension. “Crimson, come meet Tristan ScarClaw, he came when Hunji visited,” “And I just couldn’t find an excuse to leave,” Tristan gives Crimson a wide toothy smile and extends his hand. “Tristan ScarClaw of Andora,” “ScarClaw, huh?” Crimson shakes his hand, “The last of the snow leopards?” “Yes!” Surprised by his knowledge, Tristan replies.

The same serial numbers matched crates they had seen during the raid. Elara stared at the report. “Can we prove it?” Vincent nodded. “Enough to make him run. Not enough to make him fall.” “Then we make him run first.” The next meeting between them didn’t happen in a hall or a tower. It happened in the ruins of the old bridge—the same bridge where Elara had first stolen one of Cassidy’s shipments. Crane was already there when she arrived. He looked cleaner than any man in a war had the right to—polished shoes, crisp suit, a gold watch gleaming under the gray sky. He smiled when he saw her. “You’re remarkably predictable, Ms. Quinn.”

Its metallic claws elongated with a series of sharp clicks, the purple light in its eyes flaring with murderous intent. "No! Wait! Please!" Somad screamed, scrambling backward on his hands and feet as the creature loomed over him. "I know all of their plans! I know where the pack treasures are hidden! Lihont, please! I’ll be your slave! Anything!" The creature didn't stop. It raised its arm, the long blades casting a shadow over Somad’s tear-streaked face. The last thing Somad saw was the cold, unfeeling glow of the Abomination’s eyes as the claws began moving downwards.

"Consider it handled. We'll find him. Usually hangs out at that gym on 4th, right? Or maybe we'll find him while he’s with the girl. Two birds, one stone." "No!" I shout. "Leave the girl out of it. If she gets a scratch on her, the deal is off." Viper shrugs. "No promises on the collateral, kid. But we’ll focus on the brother. You just make sure you have the other half ready by tomorrow night." *** ISABELLA "A three-day trip?" I ask with wide eyes. "You don't mean that, do you?"