Craig X Tweek Novels & Stories

Craig hummed as he pulled up some pieces of metal, they weren’t large enough to begin his sculpture, but they were big enough for him to twist and turn and smelt into decorative pieces for the larger one he would be creating. “So, a wolf huh?” I asked as I organized my own things, and lifted my head up in shock when I suddenly heard a clanging sound from his side of the room. When I looked back I found Craig bending over to pick up some of the metal pieces he had dropped on the floor, there wasn’t any evidence of him tripping over anything, so he must have dropped it when he wasn’t paying attention. “Are you alright?” “Yeah,” he said too quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine. What about wolves?”

"My parent's relationship wasn't durable so I spent a majority of my years with my grandmother after being tossed from father to mother, who were equally home-unstable people, and lost them to the cold hands of death eventually." "What do you do?" Craig stared at the untouched liquor in his glass. Notwithstanding his shaky hands, the dark brown matter in his glass was more stable than his life. He envied it. "I'm currently with Mrs. Woods's fashion agency on a non-exclusive contract while I probe for something better on what I know best." "And what is that?" "Maintaining network and providing technical aid to computer users in companies, homes, and other computer-related business holders." M

And I'd be here, watching. Would he scream? Go pale? Blame someone? Or would he be dumb enough to inject it? Either way—I'd be right here. Waiting. Smiling. Just protecting Anne, like always. Finally—fifteen minutes in—Craig swaggered into the gym, flanked by a pack of football idiots. He was laughing, like he didn't have a care in the world. Loud. Careless. Why the hell was he so happy? Had he skipped his dose? Did he somehow notice something was wrong?

Halting abruptly a few walk to the fridge, his eyes narrowed as they stayed on Dr Greg, who was still tied on the chair. His eyes flickered to Kira, who was still soundly asleep. Before walking towards where a bat lay, he clutched it and stepped towards Doctor Greg. "Today is my lucky day," Trevor said, prodding him with the bat. "Wake up, old fool!" But he got no response. He tried again for the second time by kicking his ankle. And it worked. Doctor Greg jerked awake, and his eyes widened as he glanced around the room before they settled on Trevor.

So I immediately picked them up. "Did you really gossip during work hours ?!" I said in a high tone of my voice. They bowed down and separated from each other. "I'm sorry sir Tyler, we just talked for a while" an assistant apologized. I frowned and called Craig.Craig is a Driver and has also been my best buddy for a few years. He is the only one who understands my evil side. "Craig!" I called him. I saw him hurrying down the stairs. Craig is two years older than me, He is 40 years old and married.He has three children.

Craig's head was cleanly shaven which in a way made his face look smaller. "Hello Robyn. You look good." He said smiling. "Craig Kirk. You look....older." Robyn said calmly. Craig withdrew a little as if surprised that she said that. "You remember me?" He whispered. "Of course. You poured mop water in me in our freshman year." Craig gasped as the detective gave her a raised brow. "That was not intentional you know." "I know that. What are you doing these days." Craig scoffed. "Well after I was withdrawn from your class in second year, I went to a community college and became a health care giver."

Heather was wearing long pants, hiding her injury. "Is your leg okay?" "It's just a bruise. It'll be fine in a few days." "Perfect. I brought you some medicine." Craig placed several bags he had brought on the table and took out a few ointments. "This one is to reduce swelling and for scar removal. I bought these from a friend. They're all very effective." He was always thoughtful and considerate. Heather smiled gratefully. "Thank you." "Sit down. I got you some breakfast." Craig turned and went to the kitchen with a smile.

LAYTON For such a big guy, Craig was surprisingly in touch with his instincts. I considered coming clean to him, but this wasn’t an episode of some girly rom-com. He didn’t need to hear me recapping my night with the sexy new employee any more than I needed to know all about the last girl he fucked at the gym. Or wherever it was the big man went to get his rocks off.

Craig said proudly. Lana spoke without looking up. “Craig, if you don’t have work to do, I can find something for you. We love you both together, just not when the sexual tension is still so much.” Craig immediately sat up straighter. “I’m suddenly very busy, thank you very much.” Victoria smirked. “Amazing recovery.” The moment the clock struck 4 o'clock, Craig was the first one to stand up, cracking all the bones in his body. “Finally! I will see you witches tomorrow, hopefully.” He said, stuffing his laptop in his bag and strutting off as he whistled ‘Oh happy day' and occasionally threw a step or two.

“No. You are an asshole and you haven’t changed. Don’t for a second think I trust you.” Craig shrugged. “Well in time you will see I have. Now let me help you arrange your desk, it looks a mess.” Chris glared suspiciously at him as he began arraigning. He knew there was something fishy going on. Soon he forgot about Craig and put his full attention to his job. When Craig saw he wasn’t looking, he lifted his cellphone from the table and sent a text to Adele, then deleted it. “Okay Dad. I am done. See you later.”