Crank Novels & Stories

Crank. The old engine groaned, sputtered, and then roared to life with a deafening, metallic squeal. I slammed my foot onto the gas pedal, throwing the truck into reverse. The rear tires spun violently in the wet mud, throwing gravel into the fog before the vehicle caught traction. I threw the shifter into drive and gunned it. The truck launched forward, the front bumper smashing through the remaining wooden gate posts as we tore down the dark, narrow orchard road, leaving Vance and the sound of his gunfire disappearing into the white mist behind us.

I clenched my jaw and snapped, "You're not obligated to use the company benefit if you don't want to, nor do I have any obligation to tailor everything around you!" Keira stood and stomped toward the door, clearly unwilling to accept it. Before leaving, she threw one last threat over her shoulder. "If you ignore public opinion, who knows how big this will blow up tomorrow."

, i dont know why but i put my arms out and spin and blow with my mouth, i cant explain but i feel as though im calling the wind, i have no idea where my strength was coming frombut i have neverfelt so strong, I twirl my arms and the wind came, the more i twirled the stronger the winds got, nobody could see a thing, i could only just see Jonas, he was running but the wind kept pulling him back, most people had ducked as low to the floor as they could including Shannon whovwas still behind me, "You can drop the wind now" Jamie said through the mind link, so i dropped my arms slowly until they came to a stop and the wind died down until it was non existent.

“Is it… gone?” Frederick shook his head. “No.” His voice was hoarse, weighed down by exhaustion. “I only forced it back. It’s still inside him.” Ron cursed under his breath. Then—Magnus stirred. A sharp gasp tore from his lips as his eyes snapped open. He sucked in air like a drowning man breaking the surface, his fingers clawing at the fractured stone beneath him. For a moment, there was nothing but raw confusion in his expression. Then the pain hit.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

I asked confused. “Do you know what it feels like to use it? – Kristos asked raising an eyebrow. “And is there a difference between one condom and another?” All four of them looked at me as if I had kicked a puppy. “Of course, there is, Mark!” Matt commented coming to my side.” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors...

Then, his eyes lit up. "My old friend, Jake Faulkner! Save us! Help!" He scrambled toward me and grabbed my legs. "Please help us! Take a look at the van! The brake line broke! The rest of my friends are still inside!"

“The clock is running.” “Right,” Ara breathed. She pressed the screwdriver into the first rivet. The tool hummed with blue light, and with a sharp *crack*, the fastener started to turn.

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?