Craig X Tweek Novels & Stories

Just as the figure prepared to speak, Adrian interjected sharply, "Am I wrong, Captain Craig?" The unexpected accusation caught the man off guard, visibly stunning him. After a momentary pause, he feigned ignorance, coughing before retorting, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who's Captain Craig?" "Don't think your disguise fools me. You're Craig Newman, chief instructor of the Exasword Garrison." Adrian's accusation rang out, punctuated by his forceful gesture as he tossed the man aside.

Craig and Verna's scandal went viral after full media coverage, dominating trending lists across all platforms. The public utterly detested Craig for being ungrateful, bigamous, for murdering his own child, and for plotting against his family. He became the poster boy for hypocritical, toxic men everywhere. Whenever strangers mentioned him, they did so with clenched teeth and undisguised disgust.

And I know today's definitely not valentine's day. "I'm Craig" He says, shaking hands with my friends. Evans goes on to make his introduction across the room, but ginny and Hannah didn't mind. "So.. You can move your legs right? They're not like dead right?" Craig asks, staring at the bandage a bit too intense. "They're not dead. Oh my God, why would you even say that" "Exactly he sounded like he wanted to be dead" Aaron adds. "I was just checking" Craig smiles.

Craig offered, drawing Antoine’s attention to himself. "Who the fuck are you?" Antoine demanded, going on defense. "I’m Craig Hamilton." Craig began, holding up his hands in an I’m innocent gesture. "I don’t give a damn about what your name is." Antoine snapped, stepping between Craig and me. I want to know what the hell you are!" "I’m a hunter." Craig responded slowly. "Hunter?" Antoine repeated. "I thought hunters were all disbanded a long time ago." "They were." Craig agreed. "However, I’m not from your time."

And they had exchanged numbers while Sean held him close. Craig pouted, and his fingers opened the chat interface, only to be stared at by last night's chat. “Haven't you woken up yet?” Craig said while tapping his phone screen childishly until it got dark again. His phone suddenly lit up by itself. Sean: “Are you up?” Craig's back unconsciously straightened, and his breathing came out in a hurry. “Yes.” Immediately, he typed with excitement. -_-+-++ “Did you like what I prepared for you?” Xavier asked in a mischievous, cunning voice, immediately Zenos picked up the call.

Craig chose to ignore those comments. Until Candace revealed her information, no one could touch her. "Well, well, are you trying to weasel your way out of this?" Candace questioned. "Weasel my way out?" Craig glanced at Felix with coldness and disdain. "I was practicing medicine before you were even born. If it weren't for your dumb luck today, you wouldn't even deserve to speak to me. Let's go, and bring Candace along!" Xena could only shake her head apologetically at Felix as she followed Craig toward the exit.

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.”

Craig offered, drawing Antoine’s attention to himself. "Who the fuck are you?" Antoine demanded, going on defense. "I’m Craig Hamilton." Craig began, holding up his hands in an I’m innocent gesture. "I don’t give a damn about what your name is." Antoine snapped, stepping between Craig and me. I want to know what the hell you are!" "I’m a hunter." Craig responded slowly. "Hunter?" Antoine repeated. "I thought hunters were all disbanded a long time ago." "They were." Craig agreed. "However, I’m not from your time."

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.

"Craig, you're not some puppy to be led around. Your behavior is disgusting, and I don't understand what you're up to. Did Alexis do something to offend you earlier?" Craig shot a sharp glare at Tara. "Who asked for your opinion? I certainly didn't." "Craig, what does this mean? Talk to me," I pleaded, a tear escaping my eye. "Please, stop crying. This isn't some dramatic performance," he snapped callously. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Craig would never watch me cry, he'd do anything to make me smile. Now, he was icy, unremorseful and every bad adjective that could describe him ran through my brain.