Craig X Tweek Fanfic Novels & Stories

Hellooo Loves, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? I apologize for the late update but thank you so much for being patient with me. We’ve now come to the end of Arabella’s and Alexander’s story but as seen, Dex’s and Veronica’s isn’t over yet. There’ll be a short book attached to this one for Dex’s and Veronica’s story. Then after their story is done, we’ll have bonus chapters on Alex and Ara, where we’ll get to know about their lives after high school. This will not be now, though because I’ll be completing my other book—My Stepbrother—in June along with writing my new book.

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

Craig mumbled and kissed her hair. He digged his hands into her smooth curly hair, stroking it lovingly. Tanya closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling she got from his fingers. "Tanya....shall I tell you a secret?" Craig asked as he pulled her more closer. "Yeah.", Tanya answered dreamily. "I fell for you the very day I laid it eyes on you." Tanya's eyes opened and widened. "Huh? What?" Craig nodded and smiled. "Yeah. "But.....you....."

Craig strides toward us with a composed expression, as always, but with a faint softness when he spots us. “Talking about past mistakes?” he teases with a lift of his brow. “The usual drama to pass the time,” Maddox replies with a shrug, but I catch the slight tension in her shoulders. Like they said, once bitten, twice shy. Maybe that’s the reason why her wolf isn’t as excited as well. After all, they have been hurt before. Craig stops in front of us with his hand in his pocket. “I thought you two might want something warm before nightfall. There’s a restaurant nearby. Let’s go?”

So often in fact, that I had grown used to him finding a loophole out of our ideas, and finding more and more ways to torture me. Xavier turns my face to his. He runs his hand along my cheek, pulling me in close. He knows as much as I do that this would just be like Craig. Finding a way out of this once more. Craig is relentless in his mission to make me suffer. He's like the cockroach that can't be killed. The hydra that only grows another head after each strike. It feels absolutely impossible that he could actually be dead.

“She called me a fucking cunt. It was almost funny watching Helen type that up. Renée said, ‘Don’t type that,’ and Helen said, ‘Everything’s going in the minutes.’ I thought Renée was going to tear her laptop out of her hands.” “What did Craig say while all this was going on?” “He just put his head in his hands.” I look through the window at the view. It’s a few hours until sunset. The sun’s rays have bathed the grass in a warm gold, and they’re reflecting off the windows of the high-rise buildings, almost blinding me. I think about Craig—one of my oldest friends—and how he seemed almost broken, a completely different man from the witty, smart guy I thought I knew so well.

His thigh brushed lightly against mine, sending a spark straight up my leg. “So, how are you doing Ella? His voice was low, almost a growl near my ear. The deep timbre of it made my nipples tighten instantly against the thin fabric of my tank top. I shifted a little, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “I’m not good, the network is so frustrating, the main reason I’m outside of my room at this hour.” I sighed, refreshing the d******d bar again. “Want to try my hotspot? He offered, already pulling out his phone.

POV Kitty The next two days were much of the same. We worked on spells, Locke, Sammy, Cash and Tommy would stop us to make sure we would eat and sleep and I would meet Craig in my dreams. Craig and I were closer than ever. We told each other everything and I found myself falling more and more in love with him.

His towel fell to the ground and the head of his cock had pushed free of his suit . She sat frozen as he reached for her; pulling her to her feet and into his arms. Her breasts pressed against his hard-muscled chest, the sprinkling of dark curls prickling against her nipples. He claimed her mouth with a wild hunger, stirring her own desperate craving. She pushed her tongue between his lips, tasting mint. He groaned, then twirled his tongue against hers, the two twining like frenzied tango dancers . Was this Craig, Drake’s identical twin brother, or had that just been a dream? His hands stroked over her bare back, then cupped her bottom. It had to be. She couldn’t stand the torture of having

Craig leaned in to Roth at the last bit as if he was telling a secret, but didn’t care to keep his voice low. There was something about the scene that made Tristan’s stomach turn, causing him to wrinkle his nose, not bothering to mask his expression. Roth glanced at Tristan as he grimaced at them, and rubbed Craig’s arm more enthusiastically at that than he intended to, “Oh, I knew.” He said with a wink. Craig giggled like a teenage girl at Roth’s wink, giving Roth the lovey-dovey look he often liked to do, “Oh, you are so amazing.”