Jonathan Crane X Reader Novels & Stories

It made her easy to manipulate. Alpha Crane clears his throat. “Well. We’re here,” he says, gesturing to his pack. “What do you want, Jake ?” “Alpha Jake ,” Jordan corrects him. He’s standing to my left. Kev whistles from right behind me. His hands are on my hips, where they’ve been since we arrived. “Yeah, not a good start, Alpha Crane. Insulting your superior?” He makes a clicking noise with his tongue. “Not

AEON. I left the training grounds immediately after Krane informed me that she was already awake. And by the time I almost reached the cottage where she was staying, Krane sent another mindlink. Alexa asked him if I was mated. And he didn’t know how to answer her. Me too. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell her about Katarina. Or that there was no possibility between us, even if I wasn’t sure if she wanted me or not because I didn’t know what I was feeling either.

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.

with a sticky note marking a chapter about the first six weeks. He hadn't mentioned them. Hadn't quoted statistics at me about fetal development or offered unsolicited advice about breathing techniques. Hadn't done any of the things that a man reading pregnancy books might do to demonstrate that he was reading pregnancy books. He was just reading them. Quietly. Privately. The way he did everything that mattered to him, behind closed doors where nobody could see the effort. I didn't mention the books either. I just noted them. Filed them in the growing folder of evidence that Ezra Crane was trying to become a different kind of man than the one who'd built traps inside rescues and managed the

Hey, Sweethearts!(^^) I'm back! Who've missed me and my daily notifications? Haha. So this is the announcement I promised to make last Friday. CRAVE is now out for your reading. There are currently three chapters available, and you can click on my author's icon to read or simply search for it. And while you're at that, please remember this is a new book and will be needing your support in terms of gems, comments and reviews. I hope you'll be willing to give that:-)

A white towel was wrapped low around his waist, his broad chest entirely bare and his dark, damp hair fell loosely around his face. "Here are the files," I said, trying to keep my eyes firmly locked onto his face as I held out the folder. "I've signed everything." Adrian took the folder, flipping it open with one hand. His dark eyes scanned down the page until they landed on the handwritten number. "One million," he read aloud, his expression unreadable. "Is it too much?" I asked defensively, folding my arms over my chest. “ I can redu—.” A low deep laugh escaped his chest—a rare, startling sound. "One million isn't even enough for you, Sienna."

“You’re looking well. Still circling other people’s empires?” “Only the ones worth taking.” Crane’s gaze shifted to me, and I felt his interest sharpen. “And who’s this exquisite distraction?” “Elena Cross,” Damian said, his tone tightening subtly around the word Cross. “My wife.” Crane took my hand before I could step back, brushing a kiss over my knuckles. His touch was smooth, but his eyes were calculating. “A pleasure. I was beginning to think Damian preferred solitude to companionship.” “Even glaciers melt eventually,” I replied, smiling sweetly.

she began, her thigh touching mine, "what makes you write like that? Your story was... real. It felt like you were writing about someone specific." I took a sip, the wine warm in my throat. "I guess... desires I haven't tried. Things I imagine but haven't done." My cheeks burned, but her gaze held me, urging me on. Marcus leaned forward, his voice low. "We're open-minded about desires. Life's too short to hold back, don't you think?" The air grew thick, charged with something new. Renata's hand touched my arm, light but clear. "Your story mentioned a couple," she said, her lips close to my ear. "Is that something you think about?"

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

He opened a new one. Jace: what's your price for attention, Mr. Crane? Because I'm ready to sell mine. And before he could think twice, he hit send