Crawford Collins Novels & Stories

Crawford glances toward the hallway, and something in her expression shifts. "You think I don't know the difference between a man who controls me and a man who loves me? You think months of homelessness erased four years of being Lily's mother?" I'm trembling now, but not with fear. With rage. "I know exactly who Brett Graham is. And more importantly, I know exactly who I am." Crawford closes her folder. "I'll need to conduct a full home inspection and interview your daughter privately." "Of course." I sink back onto the couch, suddenly exhausted.

Crawford was very young and cool. Was he very cool?

"Focus on the debate, not the noise." The auditorium was packed with students, journalists, and politically engaged citizens. Wakes sat near the front with Evelyn, who'd asked to attend despite Blake's concerns about her witnessing potential attacks on his character. "She should see you defend yourself," Wakes had argued. "She should understand that sometimes doing right thing means enduring criticism." Crawford arrived surrounded by staff, projecting confident incumbent energy. He was mid-fifties, formerly a prosecutor, with record that looked good if you didn't examine it closely high conviction rate achieved partly through coerced plea deals, tough-on-crime rhetoric that played well with

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

And then, a man in a beige suit came into their line of sight. Florence's eyes lit up. She recognized him to be Alex Crawford, the son of Fanny and Dante Crawford, the president of Issoire Technologies. He was a star of the Bittern International Tournament and the captain of the championship league for three consecutive years. After winning the prize money from the tournament, he and his twin brother, Caleb Crawford, established a company and set up an esports club. He was now known as Mr. Crawford Junior. His brother, meanwhile, was a lot more low-key. He didn't like participating in events and was rarely out in the public eye.

James’s gaze slides past Knox and into the safehouse, finding me standing there by the corner in my egg-stained shirt with my hair wild and my lips still swollen from kissing, and his lip curls with undisguised contempt. He takes his time looking me over, tracking every detail of my disheveled appearance with the unrivalled disgust. “The prisoner Gale Crawford has apparently been liberated from official custody. Given the rather suspicious circumstances surrounding his transfer from council authority to your personal guards, we have reason to believe you might have information regarding his current whereabouts.” He doesn’t wait for an invitation. Simply walks past Knox into the safehouse lik

Crawford is making it hell. Mr. Crawford is cruel. I don't know what I did to deserve such a horrible boss. The way he made a big deal over the dress is too much for me to bear. If I want to keep my job, I have to give up a nice guy I was really excited about. It's like every day I wake up, and things just keep getting worse.

Crimson's eyes scanned him from head to toe. He had on a black Adidas short along with a dull coloured hoodie, there was a pair of flip flops on his feet and his long back hair that was usually styled or allowed to fall down freely on his neck,cheek and back was tied up in a neat ponytail, he looked neat and sexy a.f that Crimson couldn't help but stare at him as he walked in, her cheeks heat up but she quickly pulled herself together as he pulled out a heavy chair and sat down a few meters away from her bed, facing her.