Crane Books Novels & Stories

A text from an unknown number. *Dear Dr. Zanetti, I'm Clara Benson, Senior Editor at Meridian Books. I read your thesis abstract online and was incredibly impressed. I'd love to discuss the possibility of publishing it as a monograph. Are you free for a coffee next week?* Keira stared at the screen, her heart hammering. Meridian Books. One of the most respected independent publishers in the UK, known for their beautifully produced academic titles and their commitment to emerging voices. They'd published books she'd cited in her thesis. Books that had shaped her thinking.

the woman with a bun said. I sit on the table and bring out my ballpen and notebook. "What can I help you, ma'am?" I asked with concern. I want to make them feel that they are in the safe place. Especially the teenage girl beside her. I can feel her anxiousness and doubts on herself. And I understand her for feeling that. This is not an easy battle. "This is my daughter, Celina. She's turning seventeen next month. He's uncle r-raped her," she said with her trembling lips.

“Nurse! Nurse! Can we get some help here! Her water has broke!” Cassie was in panic mode, calling everyone while I’m in a wheelchair being drag towards somewhere and the pain that I felt in my head is nothing from the pain that I felt in between my legs…. and I can’t believe this is happening… any hour of this day I might get to see my babies… I can’t wait. “Ana!”

His fingers moved mechanically over the mouse as he scrolled, eyes scanning the screen with focus. He had been doing this for weeks, months even, sitting here, lost among the quiet whispers of the library and haunting the digital shadow of two people who had moved on. Elias Crane and Jace Crane: Philanthropic Power Couple Host Annual Charity Gala. Crane Family Welcomes Twin Heirs. Love After Tragedy: The Cranes’ Five-Year Anniversary. Aiden had read every one of them. He had memorized the headlines, the photographs and the lines about their perfect life. And yet, he could not stop.

The marble shelves hid mini‑servers; anachronism felt poetic. Hale sifted through archives while Adrian projected a 3D ledger tree. Every branch pulsed with transactions…half legitimate, half synthetic. “These are Crane’s trusts,” Hale said. “Co‑signed by Drayke Holdings Limited.” Adrian exhaled slowly. “Crane was working with Drayke before the collapse.” “He probably still is,” Hale replied. “Which means your redemption arc just became a family war again.” Adrian closed the projection, the holographic balance sheets folding into dark. “Then let’s win the one they started.”

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Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana

“What do you want from Jace?” Crane tilted his head. “Still protecting your billionaire boyfriend, are we? Tell me, River, do you even know who he really is?” “Enough of your crap, Crane,” River snapped. “You used my father, you used Cole, and now you’re hiding in warehouses. What’s your endgame?” Crane chuckled, slow and bitter. “My endgame? I don’t have one anymore. He ruined me, River. Jace Maddox destroyed everything I built, my company, my reputation, my future. So I’m just returning the favor.”

The room had a lamp, a small table, a shelf with books that had been provided at intervals based on the wear on their spines. Dray's operation, Zara understood, had been more careful about this one. Closer to home, more exposed to discovery, and therefore maintained with the specific attentiveness of someone who understood that this particular arrangement required more investment to keep invisible. Edith Crane looked at Zara and then at Caius behind her and then at the staircase beyond them, and her expression moved through several things in the space of a few seconds, not the disorientation that Lena had shown, not the same quality of someone emerging from a diminished state, but something

Dane said. "Information," I said. "Crane has spent forty years at the centre of something. Even with Magnus cooperating and the detained council member talking, there are things only Crane knows; names, routes, connections in territories the investigation has not fully reached." "He thinks his knowledge is valuable enough to buy him something," Dane said. "He thinks it is valuable enough to buy him Valdenmere," I said. "He wants to establish himself here as a resource.