Cranium Stories

Sienna has always been the top student- best grades, active student council member, and one of the best percussionist. But, her only fault? Her temper. Anwii on the other hand? Typical pick me at the school, way too dramatic- or that's what Sienna thought, until that day. When the perfect student, falls for the girl she hated, what is in store for them? A perfect example of blind love, fueled by anger, jealousy and heartbreak. What's in store for Sienna? Heartbreak or something more? #5 Delinquent (19.05.26) #1 Cranium (19.05.26) #3 Blindlove (19.05.26) #1 Temper (03.06.2026) ENGLISH AIN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, STILL I'LL TRY MY BEST. THIS IS A WLW, OR GL STORY. AND COMPLETLY ORIGINAL, IM THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR. Warning: All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced, tanslated, adapted or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the Author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. If you see any translation or adaptation of this book, kindly report to me as I don't give permission for such things. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidence are either the product of author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental.

Fleeing danger in Bangkok, Bua and Phin escape to Pong Yaeng in the Chiang Mai mountains, where Phin's family runs a small resort. Amid misty hills and a close-knit community, Bua dreams of a fresh start while Phin confronts the family she left behind. But as their love and new life begin to take root, the shadows of what they left in Bangkok threaten to catch up with them. (This series is a direct continuation of my one-shot : Breath and Bruises. I recommend reading that one first, since it lays the groundwork for Phin and Bua's journey)

Este fanfic nos sumerge en un reencuentro cargado de emociones entre Freen Sarocha y Becky Armstrong, marcado por la distancia, el deseo y todo lo que no pudo decirse a tiempo. En medio del brillo de alfombras rojas, galas internacionales y la constante mirada del público, ambas deben enfrentar no solo sus sentimientos, sino también el peso de ser figuras públicas. La historia avanza entre miradas que dicen más que mil palabras, decisiones difíciles y una pasión que se niega a apagarse. Un relato intenso, romántico y valiente sobre lo que significa amar en silencio...y decidir si vale la pena hacerlo en voz alta.

A deep-sea diver discovers a colossal skull carved into an ocean cliff and dares to enter its gaping mouth, only to realize too late that the rock itself is a living, ancient predator.

Join Spyra on a journey to Cariboo Island, where (almost) anything can happen!) Those four wacky craniacs called upon Spyra and her Cartoon Heroes to hunt for a treasure everybody has been talking about. Most have had fun telling their own stories about Cariboo Island, and the grandest one yet is going to be brought to you! Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. © 2023 BrainSpyro Industries Corp/Zecode Entertainment. All rights reserved.

It would seem I had the mission of my life: my Cartoon Heroes and I rescue some outer-space friends of mine from a tour bus crash. And those kooky, adorable, outrageously intelligent celebreties are none other than Cranium's four mascots: Creative Cat, Data Head, Star Preformer, and Word Worm! Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. (In honor of Cranium's 25th anniversary, and in memory of Richard Tait)

(ONE SHOT) Bua is running-from enemies, from the shadow of her father's empire. Survival means staying unseen, but the bruises she carries make hiding harder. Her refuge comes in an unlikely place: a quiet bar tucked into a narrow Bangkok alley, owned by Phin, a weary ex-cop who once swore she'd left danger behind. What begins as shelter turns into something neither expected-raw, burning intimacy in the small hours, a fragile trust forged in whispers and heat. But the past never stays buried. When it comes knocking, both women must decide if escape means running alone... or together.

The humid night air of Bangkok hangs heavy, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, street food spices, and the faint perfume of jasmine. Neon signs blaze in a chaotic symphony of light, reflecting off the rain-slicked streets near the Chao Phraya River. The air buzzes with the energy of a city that never truly sleeps. The weight of responsibility settled upon Becky like the tropical humidity, clinging and persistent. Her gaze swept across the opulent display case, the ancient Naga Eye amulet nestled within, its emerald facets catching the vibrant reflections of the city outside. Generations of her family had been its custodians, their lives interwoven with its power, a silent vigil passed down through lineage. Tonight, however, the usual hum of the city felt different, laced with a subtle discord, a tremor beneath the surface of the vibrant chaos. They called her the Shadow Dancer, a whisper in the labyrinthine alleys and bustling markets of Bangkok. Freen. Her reputation preceded her - a phantom who could bypass any security, her motives as elusive as her presence. Becky had studied the fragmented reports, the legends of her daring heists, the bewilderment of those she'd outsmarted. A formidable adversary, undoubtedly, but one Becky was prepared to meet. Yet, as the distant siren wailed, cutting through the city's cacophony, a prickle of unease traced its way down Becky's spine. This felt like more than a simple act of theft. There was a desperation hinted at in the rumors, a frantic edge that suggested a larger game at play. As a faint shimmer disturbed the air near the locked display, a cold certainty took root in Becky's heart. Tonight, the most valuable thing at risk might not be a relic, but a heart fiercely guarded by shadows, unwilling to believe in the light.

The humid Bangkok night clung to the city like a second skin, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of traffic. In the heart of the bustling metropolis, within the comforting walls of their apartment, a different kind of intimacy unfolded. Two souls, Freen and Becky, their lives interwoven with threads of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and unwavering affection, found solace in each other's presence. Their world, usually a harmonious blend of demanding careers and quiet moments, was on the cusp of an unforeseen shift, a subtle tremor beneath the surface of their peaceful existence, a ripple that would soon spread into a powerful current, pulling them into a fight they never anticipated. The unseen gears of fate were beginning to turn, their quiet love about to be tested by a force far greater than their individual ambitions.

Questions and aspirations of a young boy

Singapore's underground pulsed with heat and noise, a warehouse alive with sweat and neon. The cage stood at its heart, rusted bars glowing under flickering lights. The crowd roared, hungry for blood, their shouts shaking the concrete walls. This was a place for fighters, not dreamers. Becky tightened her wraps, her knuckles bruised but steady. She wasn't here for fame. Every punch was for Jamie, her brother, fading in a hospital bed. His weak smile drove her, the tournament's prize money his only hope. She stepped toward the cage, fists ready, heart pounding. In the shadows, Freen watched. Her eyes were sharp, her mission sharper. Khun Tan, the warlord behind the tournament, had to die-her agency's orders were cold and clear. But as she scanned the crowd, her gaze caught Becky, fierce and unbroken in the cage's glow. A spark flared in Freen, one she couldn't ignore.The bell screamed, and the crowd erupted. Becky faced her opponent, her swings raw and relentless. Freen moved closer to Tan's box, her hand on a hidden blade, but her eyes drifted back to Becky, to the fire in her fight. Two worlds were about to crash-Becky's battle for love, Freen's dance with death. They didn't know each other yet, or the secrets that would bind them. Beyond the cage, a warlord's empire waited, a terrorist plot simmered, and a spark burned, ready to ignite. The fight was just beginning.

💔 Prologue - Freen The first time I lost a heartbeat, it wasn't in an operating room. It was on a Tuesday, under a mango tree. I was seventeen. She was everything. They say you never forget your first failure. But no one tells you that your skin remembers it too-the way it tightens when the silence drags too long, the way your hands twitch when the monitor flatlines. Not every wound bleeds. Some just echo. Years have passed. Degrees earned, white coats collected, hands steadied over scalpel and skin. I've stitched lungs back to life, kept hearts beating longer than they wanted to. But tonight... Tonight, a girl collapsed under lights and cameras, and they wheeled her through my ER doors with fire on her skin and ice in her veins. She shouldn't matter. Just another patient. Just another case. But when her fingers twitched against mine, something cracked. I don't know her name. I only know her pulse doesn't follow the rules. And neither will I.

For generations, the shifting blood had been a secret, a whisper in the shadowed corners of the world. Born under the crimson moon, they were the inheritors of an ancient magic, the ability to shed their human skin and walk in the guise of beasts. They lived among humans, their true nature masked by careful control and the constant fear of discovery. To reveal themselves was to invite persecution, to become a hunted anomaly in a world that prized the ordinary. Freen had known this truth since her first painful, exhilarating transformation under the age of ten. The world had fractured, bones contorting, senses exploding as she became something other, something wild. Her mother, her only guide, had taught her the delicate balance: how to shift with control, how to conceal the lingering scent of the wild, how to live a life half-hidden. "Trust no one with this truth," her mother had warned, her voice etched with the bitterness of past betrayals. "The world of humans fears what it does not understand. And fear breeds cruelty." Freen had heeded those words, building walls of careful neutrality around herself. Connection was a vulnerability she couldn't afford. The wildness within her was a volatile thing, a force that yearned for the open sky and the silent forests, a stark contrast to the constraints of human society. But the heart, untamed and unpredictable, sometimes defied even the most carefully constructed defenses. And in a bustling marketplace, amidst the mundane rhythm of human life, that carefully guarded heart had recognized a flicker of something... kindred. A spark in the eyes of a woman named Becky, a warmth that promised a light Freen had long denied herself. Little did Freen know that this spark would ignite a flame that would draw the attention of shadows far more dangerous than mere human prejudice. Shadows that had hunted her kind for centuries, led by a man who saw shape-shifters not as beings of magic, but as aberrations to be extinguished.

In the aftermath of a fractured republic, the United States lies in ruin. The Great Depression of the 1860s-sparked by a collapsed treasury, railroad monopolies, and an uncentralized government-shattered the nation into scattered autonomous zones, each ruled by its own code or lack thereof. What was once a republic became a graveyard of promises. Lawmen became mercenaries. Towns became fortresses. And the wide open frontier? A crucible for the wicked. Morningstar follows the journey of the Kid, a nameless youth shaped by hunger, theft, and the hard steel of survival. Wandering the dust plains of America, h As he crosses paths with an enigmatic figure known only as Hachizen-a scarred man of war and riddles, carrying stories older than the land itself. Together, they traverse the ash-colored wastes, confronting gangs, warlords, and the ghosts of a nation that once dreamed of unity. But in a land governed by rot and ruin, the question remains: Can something pure survive, or must it burn to be reborn? #15 in depth (2025/5/2)

The air in the Chankimha estate hummed with the polite anticipation of a long-standing friendship blossoming into family. Mr. Chankimha and Mr. Armstrong exchanged satisfied nods, envisioning a harmonious future for their daughters. Becky Armstrong offered a gentle smile, a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she sat beside her parents. Across from her, Freen Sarocha Chankimha maintained her composed demeanor, a subtle whirring of logical gears turning within. "We believe a marriage between Freen and Becky would be a most... harmonious arrangement," Mr. Chankimha stated, his voice was warm. Freen, after a deliberate pause, countered, "While I acknowledge the logical benefits of familial compatibility, the variable of romantic affection remains unquantified." Her gaze turned to her parents. "Therefore, I propose a Phase One: Pre-Nuptial Romantic Involvement Protocol. A period of strategically designed interactions to assess our romantic compatibility." A beat of surprised silence followed. Becky, however, leaned forward, intrigued. "So, Freen... you want to study me... romantically?" Freen's analytical gaze met Becky's. "In essence, yes. To gather sufficient data for a successful and affectionate marital bond." And so began Freen Sarocha Chankimha's logical pursuit of romance, a pre-nuptial study that promised to be anything but predictable, as she embarked on her quest to find the algorithm of affection with the captivatingly unpredictable Becky Armstrong.

In the heart of Bangkok's fine-dining world, Busaya Methin is a force-ruthlessly precise, fiercely respected, and charged with protecting the legacy of a two-time Michelin-starred restaurant. She has no time for mistakes, distractions, or loud-mouthed celebrity chefs with too many opinions and far too much charm. Enter Phinya Thananont-James Beard Award winner, media darling, and the newest head chef handpicked to lead the kitchen. She's back in Thailand for reasons she won't say, and she's here to cook like she owns the place. They clash where it matters most: the kitchen, where every detail is war and every service a battlefield. But salt, after all, is a matter of taste-and so is love.

It's about a witch that has stalked a town for many years and a girl figures it out