Crawford Collins の小説・ストーリー

She would find a way or another to force me into this marriage. My clench on the glass tightened, I had to find a way out of this. That was when I saw a familiar face not too far away. The person was wearing a casual black shirt, paired with black pants. His eyes were emerald green with chocolate locks falling aimlessly on his forehead. Sitting alone in one of the couches and helping himself with a glass of whisky, he looked like a king who owned the whole world. I stopped drinking and stared at his perfectly chiseled face illuminated by the fancy bar lighting. He was Elijah Crawford, the captain of the football team.

"Sierra belongs to me, Drake. Don't you dare come near her." A smirk played upon his face as he found himself sprawled on the ground, defeated. Without further delay, I climbed into my car and drove off, leaving him behind.

I said and he cocked his head to the side. "I mean, he may have mentioned it to me and I missed it but-" "Tyrese Howard, forty-six years old, jailed twice for theft and fraud, I know you did your research on me before you came here saying that you found me," I said and he smiled shaking his head. "Has the party started yet?" Leo asked as he got in with Gwen and Miranda. "Just the beginning," Luke said as he fist bumped his twin. They all took seats somewhere in the living room and I greeted them with a smile.

After walking a certain distance away with Zach, Stella could not help but turn to look. She frowned and asked, “Zach, who exactly is that person? Why did he call me… Gwen?” Zach answered, “He’s Jared Crawford, the eldest son of the Crawford family in Fuzhou. Rumor has it that five years ago, he drove his legal wife, Gwen White, to suicide by jumping into the sea; it was all for his ex-lover. Only when Jared’s wife died, he started missing her dearly and was dispirited for a long time before he got back up again.

“Well, since you’re okay now… I should get going.” The man handed her a business card. “This is my contact information,” he said. “You saved my life tonight. If you ever need anything, come find me.” Navia accepted the card casually and glanced down at it. Then her eyes widened in shock. She looked up at him abruptly. “You’re Leonel Crawford?!” Leonel Crawford—the youngest son of the powerful Crawford family. After spending years overseas, he had returned six months ago and taken control of the Crawford Corporation almost overnight, becoming one of the most powerful men in the country.

Crawford allows me to decorate and get an outfit for Liam. After packing the clothes I’d bought for my mother, I strolled into the living room. I came to an abrupt halt when I spotted Mr. Crawford manspread sitting on the sofa, wearing fireside olive joggers and a light crewneck tee. He was busy on a phone call, and a deep frown marred his handsome face. Holy moly! I may hate the man, but God is he handsome! Why are all the hot ones such knobheads? He looked up, and our eyes met, and I couldn't breathe, looking into those chocolate eyes. How is that done again? Was it one inhale or two?

Mike Freeway wasn't the only man in Coal City with a nose for fast money. Joe Collins—just as well recognized in the back room's smoky atmosphere as J. Cole—had a gift for smelling opportunity where other men smelled gunpowder. Tall, dark, and patient, Cole lived on very little. His greasy black hair clung to his skull, his pencil-line moustache curled into a snarl, and his chin, shadowed blue from the previous night's shaving, was rarely tobacco-stained.

"That's... that's impossible. Vincent told me—" "You have been hunting a ghost," Axel interrupted, standing up and holding our crying son tightly against his shoulder. "You sacrificed your entire career, ruined your life, and kidnapped a child for a fortune that doesn't even exist." "There has to be a ledger!" Crawford screamed, letting out a broken, hysterical laugh. "Everything I did... everything I compromised... all for absolutely nothing!" In a moment of pure desperation, Crawford reached for a backup weapon hidden near his ankle, pointing it toward his own chin. But Marcus moved like lightning, kicking the gun out of his hand before he could pull the trigger.

“I’m gonna cum again… don’t stop!” “Cum on my cock, baby.” He reached between them, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles. Emma shattered, “Fuuuuck! Coltonnnn!” He growled, pulling out suddenly. “Not done yet.” He set her down on shaky legs, stripped off the rest of his clothes, revealing his powerful, scarred body. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her deeper into the barn. Colton laid her down on a thick blanket someone had left there, spreading her legs wide.

"Caleb Crawford! How dare you murder Cajun Markip and Horan Lebrick in the cover of the night!" "That's right! Get out here! Such heinous behavior means you have no business being a representative in the Derby!"