Crane Books Novels & Stories

Focus. The house of Krane was where one would come to if one was looking for a human slave or a messenger demon or for some secret information, to cast a spell or to break a spell, conjuring up a demon or anything else of the dark art. Elvis Krane was the demon to come to. Why a demon would be called or named "Elvis" was a question that he had asked himself several times before, but then he grew tired of it. He could not understand these creatures and he maybe did not want to bother himself much about it any more.

“I want this for real not pretend. Marry me, Brianna?” Tears brimmed her eyes as she smiled. “Yes. Oh, yes. I will.” I kiss her showing my love for her as I lift her out of the chair and head up the stairs to begin our long, beautiful life together. A/N I hope you enjoyed my three-book series of the Spencer brothers. I promise to work on the last two as soon as I finish my werewolf stories. I am committed to getting those done and published. After I will finish the last two Spencer brothers and get them posted on her soon,

Until… I stopped. My fingers froze on the page. No. That wasn’t right. I went back. Checked the previous page. Then forward again. My brows pulled together. I flipped back. Then forward. Again. No. No, no… That didn’t make sense. There was a gap. Not a small one. Days. Missing. Not skipped. Not forgotten. Gone. My grip tightened on the file. I read the date again. Then the next entry. The jump was too clean. Like nothing had happened in between. But something had. Something big.

with a sticky note marking a chapter about the first six weeks. He hadn't mentioned them. Hadn't quoted statistics at me about fetal development or offered unsolicited advice about breathing techniques. Hadn't done any of the things that a man reading pregnancy books might do to demonstrate that he was reading pregnancy books. He was just reading them. Quietly. Privately. The way he did everything that mattered to him, behind closed doors where nobody could see the effort. I didn't mention the books either. I just noted them. Filed them in the growing folder of evidence that Ezra Crane was trying to become a different kind of man than the one who'd built traps inside rescues and managed the

“The heart of Haverstone’s work.” Emma reached out, her fingers brushing the cover of the book. A sudden surge of warmth shot through her hand, and she gasped, pulling back. “It’s reacting to me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Then it’s meant for you,” Crane replied, his gaze unwavering. “Open it.” Emma hesitated before flipping open the cover. The pages inside were filled with intricate diagrams, symbols, and handwritten notes. Her eyes scanned the text, deciphering fragments of what appeared to be instructions for operating the device they had discovered earlier.

Crane pondered about that for a moment and snapped his hands as he seemed to have developed an idea. “There is this book that we were told about when we were kids” Crane looked at Ella. “Go ahead and tell her, the future of this world lies on our hands and I don’t care if we have to break protocol to change the narratives of her own world” Valerie smiled at Ella; aside the fact that she was a beauty to behold, she was also brave woman. “This book is known as the book of the gods; it is hidden in one of the ancient mountains in Belizibub” Crane stated.

Those steel-gray eyes hold questions I'm not ready to answer. I won't look at him again. Can't. "The Crane Enterprises deal lost thirty-two million." I pull up the first slide. Financial breakdown. Color-coded charts. "That's accurate. What Mr. Hale failed to mention is that twenty-four million of those losses came from deliberate sabotage." "That's a serious accusation." Chase Grayson leans forward. "It's a documented fact." I advance to the next slide. "Crane Enterprises submitted falsified vendor contracts three weeks before the deal collapsed. I have the originals. The forgeries. And the digital trail showing Lydia Crane's assistant created them."

I watch Crane's face pale slightly, the fake smile dropping as I savor the flavor of the meat. Crane shifts uncomfortably in his chair, the smile suddenly reappearing just as fake as before, “Well,” He starts, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, “I don’t see why not.” We finish breakfast and Crane leads us to his office located on the ground floor. I didn’t expect anything less than the antique wooden desk and leather chairs that adorned the room.

Elona's POV I was slowly climbing down the stairs as Mr Crane looked at me, he was smirking at me and my heart was beating fast. I just hope that he has only brought my book and will leave after this because now my secret is out. It was embarrassing enough for me. "Come inside," my dad told him. No, that is not what I wanted. Sh^t! "Great," Mr Crane replied and stepped inside the house in his black suit, which nearly made me drool. He had my book in his hand. I was happy about that. My dad closed the door behind him.

For the first time, she experienced how wonderful it feels to have someone called the apple of the eye. She was in the library then, researching for her report. Coincidentally, the book she needed was on the higher part of the shelf and she could not reach it. But because of her shy nature, she still tried to reach the book by squatting. She was surprised when suddenly a tall, dark-skinned man approached her and handed her the book.