Jonathan Crane X Reader Novels & Stories

He could hear the muffled voices from the main house—Maris trying to keep the child calm, Anaïs moving with that deliberate quiet she used when her thoughts were loud. The drive sat on the workbench in front of him. Julien’s drive. The same one that had been the anchor to all of this—the proof, the leverage, the reason for every desperate mile they had run. Crane’s earlier words still echoed: If you open the wrong sequence, you won’t just lose the files—you’ll burn whatever’s left of him. Cassian wasn’t sure if Crane meant “him” literally or as a ghost that lived in the code. Either way, it was enough to make him hesitate.

For some reason, she felt off. “What are you doing?” Zara suddenly asked. “Shut up, Zara. I’m trying to feel some—” She barely completed the rest of her words when a faint creak echoed. Nyra pressed harder. A panel shifted, and her heart raced. Inside the hidden crevice, dust-coated paper lay in a roll. Instinctively, she pulled one out gently. It was a letter with faded ink on it. The crest at the bottom bore the Draven insignia.

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a

Growing up and believing she is the only child of her parents only for her nanny, who she considered part of her family gave her shocking news on her eighteenth birthday. Alpha Ian: The alpha of Crimson shadows pack, he is a sex addict and a psychopath.. well no one except his sister knows he’s suffering from clinical lycanthropy, he derives his pleasure through Amelia, his property. He is obsessed with her, treating her brutally is what turns him on. To his people, he is a good alpha but to Amelia and those who know what happens between closed doors, he is a beast.

Midnight, 15th Street Bridge. Isla had always been a skeptic, practical and grounded. But with Elara coughing up blood in the next room, she had nowhere else to turn. Driven by fierce, protective love, she went. She met the contract broker—a neutral, chillingly calm man with eyes like polished obsidian. He offered her a contract, simple in appearance, promising the immediate, full cure and health of Elara Vance. The price was vague, listed as Ownership of the Signatory, to be collected at the Contractor's discretion. The broker assured her that the contract was binding, irrevocable, and guaranteed results. He explained that the Contractor was a powerful entity named Lucien.

As Nate drives off, I'm jumping in the hallway that I had his number. We've exchanged numbers before he left. I stand, staring at his contact number on my phone. I could not wait to go out with him tomorrow. A few minutes later, I receive a notification from I*******m stating that my newly added contact is on I*******m. Immediately, I open the notification, and it takes me to Nate's profile. I walked to my room, admiring his profile picture. Shirtless picture of him, with one hand running through his wavy black hair and the other holding the phone while he faces a mirror in the bathroom. He's so hot that I lay in bed, staring at it for a long while, before searching for more pictures on his

Alex exhaled, long and slow, before walking back to his room. Crane back at his study, knew something was off somewhere but he couldn't pin it [ Alex is hiding something trust me, ] Crane heard his wolf’s voice from inside his head " Well, don't bother about that for now, let's go see our mate now" Crane thought aloud and the wolf in him began jumping in excitement " mate! mate!.... He opened the her door softly. . walking back inside The curtains breathed with the night air, drawing silver lines across Lara’s face.

She was in such a state when she noticed a seemingly bond paper stuck to the next book. For some inexplicable reason, her chest suddenly throbbed with a seemingly small voice urging her to pick up the paper and read. So that’s what she did. Maybe it's just a simple exam paper. But she felt differently when she unfolded the paper and was exposed to familiar and very beautiful handwriting that seemed to be computerized because of its perfection. Jenny's whole body went cold and even with resistance inside her, she started reading the letter that Jason had made for her best friend Ara.

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.

ELIO I stared down at the woman sprawled across my sheets, her dark hair fanning out like shadows on the pillow. She was naked, her skin still red where my fingers had pressed. Bruises forming collars around her throat. But she wasn’t her. Not the one who’d put a bullet through my leg and left me with this fucking cane. This one was just meat I’d used to burn off the edge.