Crank Book Series Novels & Stories

Ragano shouted from the middle of the room. Frank Ragano’s family has been the Familia’s legal shield for decades. He’s kept so many of us out of prison. Betraying him and hurting his only daughter comes with consequences none of us want to pay. “Calm down, everyone,” I said, trying to regain control. “If he was stupid enough to hurt Cecelia, then you can have at him after the meeting. But right now, we have bigger issues. No offense, Frank, but what I’m about to show you proves that even our homes have been infiltrated by the Bratva.”

"I can't brake! I can't stop the van! The brake's not working!" Billy and his gang's screams echoed across the entire valley as the van's chassis lurched violently over the road's uneven surface from their extreme speed. Sparks also appeared under the vehicle. I saw Billy sitting in the driver's seat through his wide-open windows. He was frantically trying to take control of the steering wheel. Why wasn't he live-streaming anymore with his phone? Could it be that it was because his big-spending audiences weren't giving him any gifts anymore? There was a hairpin bend on the road ahead, and if he couldn't stop, he would plunge right down the ravine that was hundreds of feet deep.

The same lecturer that had given a speech when Harold first got in. “You all, our new intakes,” professor Ericson started, “are the luckiest sets of people in the world simply because you all made it here. Unlike any other institution you'll find anywhere in the word, this institution was built to host the ternary faunas-Werewolves, vampires and witches or wizards with no special treatments for anyone or any specie.” The students of Golden Lake began to clap but when professor Travis raised one arm in the air, they all stopped. He told them all they needed to know about the school's history. When he was done, Dr. Alvin Clarks who had just been made the new Vice Chancellor came on the podium

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.

“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!”

Slow, deliberate, unhurried. The doorknob turned.

November 27th My name is Leyanne Cruden, I have graced these lands for what feels like an eternity, although compared to humans I guess I have lived that. I have persevered through some of the worst and best decades and now I find myself in present day, the 2020’s. I keep this journal wherever I go to record my thoughts and feelings, my memories, so that my mind can let go of the mundane yet never lose a way to reminisce because I have lived hundreds of lifetimes. I hope that one day all that remains of me are these memories and I would have finally found peace in death, although it seems unlikely.

The pressure built quickly again, my second orgasm rising fast from the intense pounding. “I’m gonna cum again…” I whimpered, legs shaking. “Cum on my dick, baby. Let me feel it,” he growled, slamming into me even harder, his balls slapping against me with every thrust. The orgasm crashed over me suddenly. “Bruce! Oh fuck….I’m cumming!” I screamed, my pussy spasming hard around his thrusting cock. My whole body trembled violently as waves of pleasure ripped through me. Bruce didn’t slow down, he fucked me straight through it, groaning at how tightly I was squeezing him.

He bowed again this time properly and it made chills go down my spine. Gorm had started this nonsense a week ago when Critsy first woke up and I went to him in frustration afterward. He told me I need to realize I was the last true descendant and therefore the Alpha rank for all red wolves was my true calling. I had explained it time and time again, “Gorm, why must I keep repeating myself to you, my friend? There can only be one Alpha and that is not me.” He put his arms up in exasperation. “My little wolf, you are and forever will be the Crimson Priestess that entitles you to be a leader in its own right.”