Crawford Collins Novels & Stories

Sierra says. “Are you guys coming with Whitney and I to the surface lessons?” “Hell yeah,” Daniel tells her. “Whitney isn't going,” I glanced over at Avery who has been quiet this entire time. “Not now Avery,” I tell him. “Look, I get it that you guys don't know me. But as I told Whitney, my husband almost screwed my best friend Candace the day of our wedding. I'm not trying to steal her away from you its just I really need to forget,”

After saying that, Crawford directly swung a punch at Wylan’s chest! The corners of Wylan's eyes were cold and his body suddenly erupted with the killing intent of a rabid wolf! Bang! The two fists collided! Crawford’s body was shaken due to the clash and he took a few steps back before he stabilized himself. On the other hand, Wylan stood there indifferently and motionlessly! “You... How can you have this kind of strength?” Crawford’s face was full of shock! Behind him, the members of the Jensen family were also filled with doubt and astonishment.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

I hurry toward them, clutching the car keys tightly. “I’m Racheal Matthews,” I introduce myself. “Someone called and asked me to come here.” They exchange glances before gesturing me to a bench nearby. I sit, my hands trembling in my lap. “We have some news,” one of them says as they sit beside me. I take a deep breath and turn to him, “What news?” I ask, my voice trembling but resolute. He clears his throat and leans forward slightly. This afternoon, “Jack Crawford succumbed to his injuries. He died from the burns.”

He takes slow steps towards me and stops before the cardboard, his eyes glued to it, and my heart falls in relief when he says, "Wow. That’s the most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen." "Okay. Don’t try to flatter me. This is nowhere near the most beautiful paintings around the world." I chuckle, and Alex shakes his head, meeting my eyes. "No, I’m serious, babe. This is the most stunning painting of me." "How many paintings of you have you had?" I ask, and he says, "None." I scowl. "That explains it, then." He chuckles. "I’ve never had anyone paint me, but no doubt this will remain the most beautiful and my favorite painting. It’s gorgeous, Arabella. You’re incredibly talented."

It was a man in a business suit, he was standing leaning to the tree, his hands crossed up to his chest like a man uttered, "Crawford. I don't think we should do this?" "Do you want money or not? And it's not like you're doing this for the first time…" scoffing, Crawford answered sliding his hands to his pocket. The grave was being dug and the two men pulled out the coffin, closing the grave again with the sand, taking the coffin out of the cemetery. Crawford requested them to put the coffin in the SUV van and took it with him. The White rays of the bright light shone directly upon the face of Mrs Johson which was turned purple by now.

the newscaster began, “Richard Crawford has finally addressed the situation publicly.” My fingers curled slightly against the edge of the table, and I didn’t move, didn’t breathe properly, didn’t look away even when I knew I probably should have, because there he was, filling the screen in a way that felt too close, too personal, standing in front of a crowd of cameras like he had done a thousand times before, composed, controlled, untouchable, and yet there was something different in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore no matter how much I wanted to. “I want to address the situation circulating online. Some of what has been shared is true, and I take full responsibility for my personal mistakes

“I don’t have anything to say about the statements about my fall from grace and dire straits online. Rumors will stop being spread when heard by the wise men.” He was still treating this like it was nothing. He did not look frightened or disturbed at all. “Mr. Whitman, recently Meredith Crawford was charged with two murders that happened a few years ago. She’s the love of your life, so do you plan to hire a defense lawyer for her?”

"I have only a few months for my campaigns and there is no much time to waste." "So, what will you do?" Will asked. "I'll think about it," Sheila said, biting her finger thoughtfully. A plan was forming in her head already. ............. Carlos was the loquacious warden of the privately owned prison in the state – Lionsgate. Trevor was in holding there. He was caught with a gun and a bag of money and was sent to serve time. Ten years. Carlos's lips spread in a wide grin at the sight of Sheila. "Council woman Sheila Walker," he said. "What a wonderful surprise!"

The hilltop, once just a place of memories, now stands as the site of my rebirth. I flex my claws, feeling the power surge with each movement. The others gather themselves, some struggling to stay upright, but I stand tall. I am Caden, yes, but I am also the heir, the alpha’s son, the vessel of Fenrir's might. Tonight, I have crossed a threshold. There is no going back.