Crank Novels & Stories

Crank. With every turn, I felt my soul being wound tight, pulled back into the spiral of the spring. My consciousness was being compressed into a coil of tempered steel. I wanted to tell her that I was screaming inside this plastic shell. I wanted to tell her that every pirouette felt like a slow-motion car crash. But my mouth remained a painted pink bow. My eyes remained wide, vacant, and blue.

They taught her the basic ones and she never thought she’ll be given this chance to put it in real use. She returned to her room with the small purplish vial. It’s what the witches call a Bonecrack. One small drop of this into a beverage would make the drinker be weak and without any strength. She was planning to do it the next day. For Brayden. To get rid of him. And to forever belong to Damon.

After putting in my locker combination and taking out the sad looking textbook, I hadn't even gotten the chance to close my locker, when I was pushed against it, hard. I hissed out in pain while rubbing the back of my head. I turned around and surprise surprise, it was miss Universe giving me her pageant-worthy smile (note the sarcasm). " well what have I done to deserve your blessings today? " I asked in a bored tone while adding an eye roll which only infuriated her more "Stay away from Chris" she spat as her light body swayed from the force "He.Is.Mine" she said emphasizing each word of the last part.

Ol' grumpy Antonio didn't fix it! I checked around his garage and saw he actually did have the necessary parts, I guess he's been meaning to fix it but hasn't yet. Well, I don’t mind doing him a favour, since I am really a nice person and besides, this car is calling my name. Lotus, please fix me and I will be yours forever. Yeah, that sounds just about right! I carried the box of the crankshaft and placed it on the work table next to me. By the way that shit was heavy, I almost broke my fingers while carrying it, since I was working with a V8 engine almost everything is double the size.

The tree shook violently on impact, branches snapping under the pressure before finally breaking apart from the force of their collision. Silence followed for a brief moment. Heavy, tense silence. Both Alphas slowly pushed themselves upright again, circling each other carefully now. Their movements were slower, more cautious, each one calculating the other’s next move with deadly precision. Neither of them dared to make the first blow, knowing very well that one wrong step could be deadly at this point.

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.

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.