Creighton The Cretin Novels & Stories

At Cheng Manor (at night) Two silhouettes could be seen from outside the main house. Two bodies hugging as if comforting one another. The candlelight reflected the couple's shadow on the windows. Cheng Xiao Shi was crying in her husband's arms. The Buddha had once again let her down. She had spent months praying to conceive another child. She could not believe Cheng Min to be her last. The child is too ill-mannered. She sometimes wonders why she was so different from her other children, Cheng Yan and Cheng Sun.

Jake shrugged,just then someone shouted from afar. “Celinah,oh my gosh” It was Chris,Jake's twin brother who is actually gay .He was carrying two distinctive bags in his hands full of girlie shopping. He dropped the bags on the ground next to Jake and embraced me tightly . “Ohh girl,how have yoh been” He smiled holding my hands,Jake grimaced. “Am fine Chris,I can see you gleaming gal” I taunted,Chris grinned while turning slowly. “You can say that again”

Cain drops down beside me eventually, shaking water from his hair, and I look at him and then at my page. “You’re not going in?” I say. “I’m fine here,” he says. He looks at the water. I look at my page. “About last night,” he says. “Cain—” “I just want to say—” “Cain.” Amelia’s voice from the water, bright and carrying. “Come help me, I can’t get up on the board on my own.” He closes his eyes for one second. Then he gets up and wades back in. I read the same sentence four times and retain nothing.

Their eyes were majorly focussed on the leaderboard and the actual outcome. In fact, right now the only people who knew or remembered Creed face properly were only two people. Master Hugh, and Britney who is master Hugh's presumably the most annoying student. Britney's face had turned red after realizing how weirdly the situation turned out. She thought she could make him enroll as a fellow student or maybe a rival but now she had to treat him with respect. While she battled her embarrassment, Creed came forward. ~Ahem

RALI Two days later, Steven got back to me with an update on Creighton. In his words: "Years ago, Creighton used to be a big name. Old money. He hosted flashy charity auctions where items were bid on. Your bracelet probably passed hands at one of those events. He supposedly keeps a private record of every item ever sold. But it's not public, Rali. Those records are locked in his personal collection. The only way to get that info would be to infiltrate his home or his trust. And either one would be a suicide mission."

He knows I don’t skimp on the good liquor. The door opens and I stand up. Crane appears through the door with Matt as he closes the door behind him. Crane seems to be frozen in time. He looks old and wrinkled and well past his prime but is still as active as a young wolf. His eyebrows stand up like they were electrocuted and his nose is slightly crooked. I’m sure in his prime he was better looking. Now, he looks like life has fucked him every day and he can’t remember the safe word.

Rafe immediately held up his hand for me to stop, “First of all, who ever came up with calling us the creations?” shrugging I smirked, “I don’t know, I always figured you guys did,” He rolled his eyes as he shook his head, “We would never refer to ourselves as the creations, that’s so cheesy,” He replied, and gave a laugh, “Okay, well as cheesy as it sounds, that’s what you’re called here on earth. So what are you actually called then?” “Hrooar,” He replied, and my brows immediately furrowed,

But this time, he is able to control his disappointment. Seeing that Azazel has control of his temper, Creighton pats him on the back with an understanding nod. “We will find someone, mate. I just need a bit of time to sort through the archives. For now, I need you to go home and continue to protect this lovely creature. I’ll call you as soon as I find something out. I give you my solemn oath.” Azazel gives his friend a respectful bow and takes my hand. “Very well, then. You have my mobile.” Creighton nods his head and extends his hand in friendship. Azazel takes his forearm and gives him some old-world handshake. It’s very telling of how much he respects Creighton.