Tweek Craig Novels & Stories

Craig says, shoving Damian’s hand away from me, standing up and sizing him up. Damian lets out an exasperated sigh, like Craig is some irrelevant problem he’d rather not deal with. “Damian Cole, you?” He replies, raising his brow. Every challenge in Craig dissipates when he hears Damian’s name, his eyes widen before his countenance falls. “Fuck….I’ve made a huge mistake,” he mutters, bowing slightly to Damian who smirks. “I’m Craig Wilson, personal assistant to the owner of this resort. Please do not hold this against us sir.”

Craig demanded. She gave it to him immediately. “Please go. My fiancé will soon be here.” She said panicking. “Okay. I will call you tomorrow and arrange a meeting.” He said standing up. He walked back to his table. Minutes later a young man came in and joined her at her table. Craig recognized him immediately. “Harry Owens?” He muttered. He and the arrogant jerk had gone to the same high school before Harry had ratted him out for smoking and got him expelled.

Zenos is his everything; there's no way he can. “Yeah, no way. I'm not breaking up either.” He replied with a smug smile, which made Hayden grit his teeth because he realized that Craig had successfully teased him. “You…” Hayden pointed at him with a belly full of anger, but after a few seconds, he dropped his hand beside him with a calm expression and said, “You're choosing your hoes over friends. Do you know you're a jerk?” Hayden asked seriously. Craig nodded nonchalantly, “Yes, I also know you're a scum.” He replied, which Hayden shrugged at.

I can’t chase down smaller orders one by one. This time, Denise understood. Craig thought her investment was too small! Denise wanted to say something else, but Craig quickly stood up and said with a certain reserve, "I need to head back and at least greet the event organizers." After hearing about Craig's various accomplishments, Denise was reluctant to let this big catch slip away. She gently wrapped her arm around his and spoke in a sweet and alluring voice, "Is it that even I can't keep you?" Denise's gaze was captivating and it was filled with a unique charm. Craig understood her intentions and half-heartedly resisted. This time, She made her move and took him to her upscale apartment.

We load my baby with our stuff. Yes, I call my truck my baby. It's a Dodge Ram 2500 fully loaded, with a 6.7L turbo diesel. I got it with a lift kit fully loaded in Hydro blue. She is my baby and will be until I find my mate. I have a twin, Luca. Neither of us has found our mate yet. It is not from a lack of trying. "We don't have all day, bro; now hurry up, "I hear Luca from the passenger side of the truck. I throw my stuff on the back and jump in the driver's seat. No one drives baby but me.

she giggles softly. I chortle a little. “I am not sure about angel but my name is Maia Andre Steele.” “Steele? You’re the wife of that arse?” she said and quickly realized she just cussed at my husband. “I am so sorry. It just that he works for my family and he is a jerk. I found out about it when I paid a visit with my dad and he just didn’t cut it for me. Like I said it comes with the job….I am psychiatrist and I know a jerk when I see one.”

And I'd be here, watching. Would he scream? Go pale? Blame someone? Or would he be dumb enough to inject it? Either way—I'd be right here. Waiting. Smiling. Just protecting Anne, like always. Finally—fifteen minutes in—Craig swaggered into the gym, flanked by a pack of football idiots. He was laughing, like he didn't have a care in the world. Loud. Careless. Why the hell was he so happy? Had he skipped his dose? Did he somehow notice something was wrong?

Today's not our judgement day. Taiwo: Just go now and call the council, including wolverine and Elemundo. Tell them I put you in charge in my absence and if I don't return soon, be their Queen. Promise me you will be a greater leader than I was!! She wept profusely. Keyinde: No no..... Taiwo: Promise me!!! Please!!! She kept crying as Taiwo kept telling her to promise him. Keyinde: Okay!!! I promise!! I'll be a better Queen....

"But if anything happens, I'll kill you." Craig laughed, wrapping me in his arms. "You won't regret it." **** Saturday rolled by like a carefree breeze. Craig was waiting outside my dorm while Tara did my makeup, enthusiastic to give me a glam face beat. "This is too much, Tay," I wiped the golden shimmer on my eyelids and cleaned the residue on a piece of Kleenex, much to her annoyance. "It's just lunch, not a fashion contest." "Your first impressions matter. A little touch-up won't hurt."

Michael's fingers involuntarily tightened on his mug, his inside was in disarray but he tried his best not to let it show on his face or reaction, he brought his mug to his lips and sipped "still the same guy?" "Yes." "Who do you say he is again?" Michael feigned nonchalance but he was really dying to know and he hate it. "His name is Craig Newton, age 29, divorced, father of one. The CEO of Mantis, came to LA for a business deal with the Caritas" Gary tabled out.