Doctor Jonathan Crane Novels & Stories

Rain still trickled down the windows, soft and rhythmic, as if mocking the chaos that refused to settle inside him. Juliette stood by the window in his office, arms folded, watching the streets below. The city was awake again, unaware of the firestorm ripping through the Thorne empire. The locket now sat in a sealed bag, awaiting further investigation, but the implications of what they had found were already sinking in like a knife between ribs. The door opened. Victor Crane — Damon’s longtime attorney and confidant stepped in with his usual calm demeanor. Silver-haired and sharp-eyed, he had been with Damon since the early days of his father’s reign. He was the one person Damon had never qu

Damian released her instantly, turning away. Adrian’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Sir, Mr. Crane is here to see you. He said it’s urgent.” Elena froze. Julian. Of course. Damian’s expression darkened. “Send him in.” “No,” Elena said quickly, stepping forward. “Please. Don’t—” But the door opened before she could finish, and Julian Crane strode in, all smug confidence and expensive cologne. “Ah, Mrs. Cross,” he said with a smirk. “Always a pleasure. You look tense. Trouble at home?”

Dickson thought desperately as his eyes scanned through his family, His first son, Spence walked up to him and pats him on the shoulder as if he knew what his father was thinking. “We have his identity but the information about him on the system was inadequate.” Brian said desperately. “Plus the fact that we had no proof he had committed the crime.” Cole added. “Mere speculations wouldn’t work we can’t be certain he did it because Drake saw him, even the name is wrong and….” “He did it, I am certain; his real name is Edward Crane.” Dickson cuts in and all five curious eyes turned on him immediately.

Her voice was soft and melodious, which James took as a sign that he'd successfully placated her. … Evan's Rolls-Royce was parked outside Beverly's neighborhood for an entire night. She hadn't come home at all. By the time the first light broke over the sky, he'd snubbed the last cigarette in the ashtray. He returned home to wash off the exhaustion. "Evan, look who came to Ravenwell!" Heather announced excitedly as she led the old physician through the door. "It's Dr. Crane!" Eric Crane, an elderly, reclusive physician, took one look at Evan's pallor and exhaustion and immediately seized the latter's wrist to read his pulse.

I paused, letting my words sink in. ‎"Although I've heard… rumors," I continued, dropping my voice to a lower, more confidential register. ‎ "About… certain… photographs. I want you to know that I don't believe everything I hear. And even if those rumors are true, it doesn't change anything. Jonah is still the same talented, dedicated person he's always been." ‎Jonah's mother looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Crane," she said softly.

Lena said. "Geoffrey Crane," Clara said. Lena stared at the wave mechanics textbook. "Crane was seventeen years old in 1994," she said. "Geoffrey Crane was," Clara said. "There's another Geoffrey Crane. His father. Also associated with Hale-Draven from 1988 onwards." She paused. "The original Geoffrey Crane, the father, has been dead for twelve years. His son — the one you found in the accounts — inherited the association."

Katerina: “Luna Katerina, you just need to make sure that you don’t forget your medication. Your body is strong and you should be healing quickly, but you would need to take things a little easier on yourself” Doctor Ciara said, smiling at me. I nodded, laying back down on the bed, watching as she packed her things to leave. Alpha Nathan walked toward me, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me before taking my hand in his. I stayed quiet, waiting for the pack’s doctor to leave the room before turning my attention to him, raising an amused eyebrow at his attitude “you can go to your opening”

“As long as I, Denton Hansen, dare to make any move today, he will fire at my entire Hansen family. This man might be young, but he is more cunning than a fox.” Mr. Crane inhaled deeply. The grimace on his face gradually spread out, “So, what are you going to do next, master?”

“What do you want from Jace?” Crane tilted his head. “Still protecting your billionaire boyfriend, are we? Tell me, River, do you even know who he really is?” “Enough of your crap, Crane,” River snapped. “You used my father, you used Cole, and now you’re hiding in warehouses. What’s your endgame?” Crane chuckled, slow and bitter. “My endgame? I don’t have one anymore. He ruined me, River. Jace Maddox destroyed everything I built, my company, my reputation, my future. So I’m just returning the favor.”