Crank Novels & Stories

A loud crack was heard from John’s direction, which they guessed were his bones due to the much force his body used in slamming the wall. Roy didn’t look like he was stopping anytime soon, as he stormed towards John who was struggling to move. He grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him from the ground, throwing him again to the other side of the living area, where his body collided with the large TV, shattering it in pieces. “She was the only one I had, the only family I had left. So, I don’t care if you kill me.” John sobbed, still struggling to pick himself from off the ground.

the silver knight laughed when he threw a metallic chain laced with runes. It wrapped around Cicero like a snake, tying him up and holding him in place. It felt so heavy that it became harder for him to move around. “What is this!” He screamed in frustration at not being able to break free. The more he struggled, the tighter it got. And it wasn’t just a simple chain since he could not break it, no matter how much force and magic he used on it. “That, little one, is Draconian steel imbued with magic. You won’t be able to get out of that, even with your eastern magic,” the silver knight tells him.

There's a bottle of Jim Beam on Trick's counter, a sign I should do what I'm thinking of doing. Getting up, I march over to it, rip the top off, and take a fortifying drink. I haven't been meek for a long time. I took my own business by the horns and I'm making it work. I'm raising my daughter on my own and I'm kicking ass at it. If I want this, I need to go after it, and I don't need to let any of the insecurities prickling at the back of my brain stop me.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

he answered. "How's that even logical?" She questioned. "Because it is said, that a person turns into a drunkard when he or she is incapable of handling his own responsibilities. And when a person is unable to handle his own responsibilities, how can even he or she handle the responsibilities of holding a powerful position? Everyone would want to kick that drunkard out," Aditya spoke in a calm tone. Miral went silent, she just looked at him and stood there. Whatever Aditya said was the truth and she admitted it, but she couldn't understand why, she was willing to listen to him when initially she thought she would revolt against every word said by him.

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It didn't have treads like the binding machines, and it didn't have high-beams like the white sedans. ​It was a towering, four-legged iron crane, its chassis built out of heavy, black boiler plates that hissed with pressurized steam. Suspended from the center of the crane was a massive, circular electromagnetic disk, miles of copper wire wrapped around a core of solid iron that hummed with a terrifying, low-frequency vibration.

Her voice vibrated like thunder. Chris froze, his expression shifting for a brief second, as if her words had landed deeper than he wanted to admit. A group of students slowed their steps nearby, whispering as they watched the scene unfold, but no one dared to intervene. Bryan’s grip on Tessa’s hand tightened as though he feared Chris might lunge forward any moment. The echo of Tessa’s defiant words rang in Chris’s head like a bell. But I knew Chris, he was stubborn when it came to love, especially when it involved the person he cared about.

A timeline. I could work with timelines.