Doctor Jonathan Crane Novels & Stories

“You’re not wrong. He’s exceptional. But careful—he’s private. He doesn’t give away more than he wants to.” Mr. Jonathan’s lips curved into the smile. “Everyone gives away more than they think. You just have to know where to look.” As Sofia left, mr. Jonathan turned to the window, watching the world outside. A company on the rise. A star in his midst. But somewhere in the distance, Richard Tech was crumbling, and whispers of war between titans were already spreading. Mr. Jonathan didn’t know it yet, but Daniel Reyes wasn’t just his rising star—he was the spark that would ignite a fire consuming everyone in its path.

"I promise, he won't do such a thing again." "Yes," I say. Mr. Roger then calls, "Amber." "Can you please not tell your parents about this?" "I won't," I say. "Good. And because of that, you're welcome to call me for any assistance." "Yes, Mr. Roger." I then end the phone call. Tristan leans into his seat, smiling. He laughs and says, "Poor Lucas, his billionaire dad is punishing him for nothing." I'm smoothing the pain around my throat, terrified of him.

I’ve been sitting here for hours, nursing stale coffee and a hunch that won’t leave me alone. I scroll through names I’ve seen a hundred times before. Some flagged. Some innocuous. Some vanished. And then I see it. Elijah Crane. Not a high-profile name. Not a big fish. Just a mid-level Bainbridge investor with decent returns and very little noise around him. I almost skip past it, until something clicks. Liberty-Anne Hoffman signed up as a Platinum client two weeks after Elijah Crane. And he canceled his membership two days before Nathanael Stafford disappeared.

“I should be speaking to him. The patient's father. Not his uncle.” JT didn’t blink. His voice was calm. Controlled. Deadly. “You’re speaking to me,” he said with a smirk on his face. Something in his tone made the doctor pause. Suddenly, the men in black moved mechanically toward the doctor, circling him like a wounded prey. “I'm Jonathan Thorne, the patient's uncle. Still wanna speak with his father?” The doctor hesitated, studying the men in black for a beat, then nodded. “All right. But what we found in Hayden’s blood… doesn’t make sense. Let’s speak privately.”

"Hey! That is cold, even for you, Knight! Don't ruin my reputation in front of your wife!" The elegant man set down the teapot and offered a graceful smile. "Alexander. Mrs. Knight." His voice matched his demeanor—smooth, refined, and perfectly modulated. Alexander rested his arm naturally across the back of my chair. "Soren Crane. He is a surgeon." "Dr. Crane," I greeted him with a polite nod. The eldest son of the Crane family—a medical dynasty that had reigned for over a century. They were the titans of the healthcare world. No wonder he carried himself with such effortless authority.

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.

"I have no idea if you can actually do it, but I'm hoping you do kill him… Heh. I'm getting tired of being stuck under his control for so long." Then, waving off Frank, he finished, "That's it. You can go now." Frank snorted coolly. "Putting aside whether you gave me the right address… Have you forgotten what I came to do?" "There's nothing you can do about that." Crane chuckled with a look of disdain. "Like I said, we are all clones of Torrent. We'll die if you can actually kill him—he's just going to resurrect me if you kill me now. That's why I keep telling you it's pointless."

He snarled, "Get out! You are not welcome here." Qin Haodong looked puzzled. He was about to be kicked out as soon as he entered the door. Frey looked as if he had sexually assaulted his wife. What did he mean by that? Jennifer said, "Frey, what are you doing? This is the doctor I invited for my sister." Frey was furious, "Doctor, my ass! He's a liar and a jerk! Dr. Owen, who is an oncologist from the World Medical Association, just said that there is no other way your cousin's disease can be cured except for surgery, so you have been deceived."

From his point of view, Mick had utterly embarrassed Vintage Deluxe—now, all of Aurous Hill knew that their manager was a complete fraud. How would they ever recover from this? Hence, he promptly called Jasmine, who was reviewing the reports on several major projects. "Yes, Grandpa?" She asked respectfully when Jonathan called. Jonathan promptly cut to the chase, "Jasmine, what are you going to do about Mick Crane?" "Mick Crane?" Jasmine then remembered the video she had watched in the morning, and she smiled. "I used to think that he was lacking, but I happened to see a video of him this morning and thought he might be the real deal. Give him time, and he might make Vintage Deluxe great aga