Jonathan Crane X Reader Novels & Stories

“The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.” Reading this gives my heart a little jump. They aren't called cursed here. They are called Crimson-born. I turn the page, but the next sheet is gone, ripped out so neatly it’s obvious someone didn’t want anyone reading what came next. A sudden sound makes me flinch. Moaning. It starts soft, then builds. A woman’s voice, breathy and loud, followed by a man’s deep grunt. “…Jareth…” I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts and snap the

Adam's POV; I was sitting quietly in Lilith's room, praying for the goddess to bring her back to me. I was weakened by the fact that this was my fault. I told the guards not to let anyone, no matter who it was, and that was why, when I heard a knock, I scrunched my face, wondering why the guards had disobeyed me. "It's you," I said upon seeing Ronan after opening the door. "Yes, Your Highness. I have come to inform you that Lady Crane is currently being held in the dungeon. In case you want to question her, right now."

BOOK 3: Chapter 44: The Line They Can’t Uncross She doesn’t wait for approval—not anymore. Not after what just happened between them. After he’s already taken her, utterly and completely. After he’s fucked her into oblivion and made her feel pleasures her mind still struggles to hold. Her thoughts are unmoored, spinning in senseless, breathless loops that refuse to land. Amanda steps into the shower like she’s floating, weightless and wet with something more than water. Adrian follows her, silent, heated, his presence behind her like a second layer of steam.

“Crane’s people are laundering freight exposure through vendors we barely onboarded last cycle.” “How sloppy?” “Sloppy enough that I caught it with a clipboard and a bad attitude.” Charlotte crossed her arms, smiling. “You feel good about it?” “No,” Julian said. “I feel efficient.” She walked over and touched his chest gently. “You know what Crane’s thinking right now?” “I’m a glorified errand boy with an overactive brain?” She smiled wider. “No. He’s wondering when you became a threat.” Julian leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.

“The man who took Ella. I have seen him before. Not with Serena. With Victor.” The car was very quiet except for the engine and the road. “Victor,” Nate said. “I saw him twice at meetings in the eastern territories,” Julian said. “Before Victor supposedly pulled back. He is one of Victor’s lieutenants. His name is Crane.” He paused. “Nate. Victor told you he was pulling back. But Crane moved on the estate tonight. Either Victor lied to you or Crane is operating without his permission.” Nate looked at the road. Levi said: “Or someone told Crane that Victor’s agreement with Nate was a mistake and gave him a different set of instructions.”

“That was the beta test.” Julian didn’t touch the card. “What do you want?” Crane’s smile vanished. “I want my company back.” Julian stepped closer. “Then you’ll have to kill me.” “Oh, sweetheart,” Crane said, tilting his head. “Who said anything about killing?” He leaned in, whispering: “I’m going to break you first.” Then he walked to the door, typed a code, and unlocked it. But before stepping out, he added, “Zurich, Julian. Three days. Come alone… or someone else dies.”

Elliot's POV It's getting so late and Crane isn't back. I know I'm not supposed to be worried about him, he's an adult but I sense a bit of danger. I tossed from one place to the other and finally had a seat in my study. my wife Lydia walked in and sat on another seat a little bit away from me. "Crane's been stubborn concerning his decision. Does he ever thought that Amelia would buy all his lies." She said rolling her eyes. I took a sip of the already poured alcoholic wine in a glass on my table.

Crane said quietly, "is the part I think you already know. I think you've been standing here doing the math since I said waiting and I think the math has arrived somewhere you don't want it to be." She looked at him. He looked back. The field between them was empty and bright and entirely indifferent. "Say it," she said. "Are you sure." "Say it." Crane held her gaze for one more second, and in the second was something that might have been, in a different man, in a different life, almost like regret. "His name," Crane said, "is Daniel Rourke. And before you tell me that's impossible... I know. I was there when they buried him too."

The blackmail files hit at seven this evening. I know this because Warden Crane, who is not related to the administrator but who has the same quality of someone who has been inside an institution long enough that the institution's logic has replaced their own, began behaving differently at seven this evening in the specific way that people behave when something has happened to the information they were depending on to keep other people quiet.