Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

"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...! *************

The Cradle wasn’t just a trafficking operation—it was an elite breeding program for the sickly rich, fed by pain and sterilized paperwork. And then came the story that had to be told. — Later, in a small countryside home in rural Hungary, Bain stood with Vulture and a translator before a devastated elderly couple. The girl—sixteen years old when she vanished—had been sold to the Cradle facility in Kyoto. The same facility Valeria bombed. “We couldn’t save your daughter,” Bain said. “But this… this is your grandson. He was taken from her before the explosion. He’s healthy. And safe now.”

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.

I spoke softly. “I’m glad that everyone is gathered here, as I finally unveil my first collection, one I hold dear to my heart and I hope my children will respect and understand as they grow older.” I turned to where the name of the collection had been hidden, it was Tyler’s idea to give it a name in this manner, I glanced at him and he beamed with pride. “Meet,” my voice cracked for the millionth time. I swallowed before I spoke in one breathe, “FIRE CRACKER” The end.