Robert Crawley Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. But the timing after that article, after everything, it felt too convenient.” Leo sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe. Or maybe someone else wants us to think it’s him.” Before I could answer, Adrian’s voice came through the door. “Serena.” We both stood up right away. Adrian walked in, hsu face unreadable. Nathan, who was holding a folder, followed behind him. Adrian’s voice was steady. “We’ve identified him. His name is Robert Hales. He used to be a private detective and now works for a fake company connected to the Cross Corporation.”

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

He walked to a corner of the room and dialed a number he knew by heart. After a few rings, “ son, I have been waiting for your call since yesterday. Were you able to locate Marek's rogue encampment?” Rowan’s voice crackled through the line. Silas didn't waste time with pleasantries, “ Father, lots of things happened yesterday and even today. There is a crazy primordial maniac on the loose, he is the one creating those abominations and he also wants Naelis for himself . We also found out Naelis is uncle's mate and also a primordial, her mother is alive and her uncle is Mar…..” He spoke fast, his voice low as he informed Rowan of everything that had been happening.

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

Lena said. "Geoffrey Crane," Clara said. Lena stared at the wave mechanics textbook. "Crane was seventeen years old in 1994," she said. "Geoffrey Crane was," Clara said. "There's another Geoffrey Crane. His father. Also associated with Hale-Draven from 1988 onwards." She paused. "The original Geoffrey Crane, the father, has been dead for twelve years. His son — the one you found in the accounts — inherited the association."

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

“Robert kept a box of mementos. Things that gave him power, he said. There was a photograph of Blackwood with another man…older, distinguished-looking.” “Did Robert mention this other man?” Carter asked urgently. “He called him ‘The Architect.’ Said he was the original founder of what Robert called ‘the fear business.’” Grace shuddered visibly. “Robert seemed almost religious when he talked about him—said he’d invented ways to break the wealthy that nobody had ever thought of before.” “Did he have a name?” Alexander pressed. Grace closed her eyes, concentrating. “Keisler, maybe? No—Kesler. Victor Kesler.”

Robert stepped in, his expression grim, breaking the fragile silence. “Sir,” he began, voice clipped, “we’ve received a report about Ruby.” Alexander straightened instantly, his tone shifting from melancholy to steel. “What about her?” “She’s been more active than usual. After the first assassin failed to complete the job on Marcus, she’s hired another one. A man named Hollis Crane—former mercenary, now working freelance.” Robert paused, gauging Alexander’s reaction. “She’s ordered him to finish what the first couldn’t. Marcus is the target again.”

He had to turn things around and become the new CEO of the business and the new heir of the family. When the family finished the ceremony, Robert stood next to Blake and motioned to Jenkins to allow a few people to enter the room. The double doors were opened, and five people walked in and knelt before Blake. The first man was the duly elected President of the United States, George Cluney. The second was the Prime Minister of England, Mrs. Gloria Howtzer. The third person was the King of Africa, Obera Mucha. The fourth was the leader of the United Nations, Robert Downing. Finally, the last one was Sam Wheaton, COO of Elon Trust Enterprises. Gasps were heard throughout the room as everyone re