Doctor Jonathan Crane Novels & Stories

If it was somebody else they wouldn't have found anything amusing about these dangerous varmints. He didn't find them too amusing for long, for one of the snakes launched itself towards him its fangs exposed ready to take a bite. He was quick enough to dodge its attack and grabbed its tail before throwing it away as if he a was hurling a harmless stick. Thereby scaring some squirrels nearby who scattered about leaving the odd man alone. Feeling quite dejected he picked up his pace and returned home just in time when Cheng Min was starting to prepare their meal. She was busy on the stove, and did not notice his return.

His heavy Kevlar vest was completely caved in, driving splintered ribs directly into his lungs and heart. "Set up the standard perimeter," I ordered Gideon, forcing my voice to remain cold and authoritative. "Nobody touches the bodies yet. Where is Crane?" "Right here, Alpha Halil," a smooth, calm voice answered from the shadows. Dr. Crane stepped into the harsh glow of the tactical lights. Wearing a clear plastic poncho over his white forensic suit, he looked entirely out of place in the rugged forest. Crane was our lead forensic analyst. He was brilliant, but he always spoke about brutal murders with a weird, detached fascination that unsettled most of the pack.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

The atmosphere was entirely different from internal medicine. Wearing my white coat, I carried a brand-new notebook that would soon be filled with scribbles. From a distance, I spotted a tall man in a crisp doctor’s coat. His face was sharp, his jawline strong, and his eyes keen yet calm. His black hair, slightly wavy, was styled simply but gave him an air of quiet class. When he turned his head, every female student in the corridor seemed to hold her breath. “That’s Dr. Jonathan,” whispered a friend beside me. “The most popular OB-GYN consultant here. Handsome, brilliant, and still single.”

"Say the name, Sam. I'm not asking again." He sat there, frozen for a second, deciding what to do. Then he leaned back on the couch, looking way too comfortable. "His name's Victor Crane." The mention struck me like a cold wave. Crane wasn't merely "someone big." He was dangerous. A businessman by name, but in essence, he was neck-deep in shady business, black market transactions, money laundering, men who vanished if they dared cross him. I narrowed my eyes. "You took Darla to Crane?"

Like I didn't know. Everyone knew who Ezra Crane was. The second son. Disowned at twenty-one after some kind of violent falling out with his father. He'd built his own empire since then. Blackthorn Holdings. The name showed up in financial papers like a ghost. Nobody talked about him at Crane family events. He was the black sheep, the cautionary tale, the brother Julian mentioned only in whispers and warnings. The one even Victor seemed careful around. "I know who you are," I said. "Good. Then you know I'm not the welcoming committee." He leaned against the wall and watched me with those dark, calculating eyes. "What did Julian do?"

November 27th My name is Leyanne Cruden, I have graced these lands for what feels like an eternity, although compared to humans I guess I have lived that. I have persevered through some of the worst and best decades and now I find myself in present day, the 2020’s. I keep this journal wherever I go to record my thoughts and feelings, my memories, so that my mind can let go of the mundane yet never lose a way to reminisce because I have lived hundreds of lifetimes. I hope that one day all that remains of me are these memories and I would have finally found peace in death, although it seems unlikely.

Jenny nodded then felt immediate relief and hope at what her mother had said. "Thank you, Mama," was all she could say. ***** JASON sighed heavily as he stared at the tombstone of Ara's grave. “Ara, I know you and Daniel are happy now. I guess I did the right thing not to fight for what I feel for you back then. Because in the end, until the next life you two will still be together, and I am so happy for you guys,” the other side of Jason's mind as he quietly watched the flame of the white candle that he lit.

His heart was pounding erratically and he prayed no other person would hear it or they would think that he was running mad. "Olivia Lamb", he called. "Why did you allow yourself to given an overdose of coke again?" "I'm sorry doctor, do you know her?" Mr. Crane who brought her asked in astonishment. Dr. Clive realized his mistake immediately. "Oh, from her chart, it clearly states that it a drug overdose and her name is Olivia Lamb", he explained hurriedly, hoping Mr. Crane would not question him further. "Or did I get the information wrong?" "No, you didn't ", Mr. Crane answered. "Just that you acted and spoke just now like you knew her previously and as though this is not the first time yo