Robert Crawley Novels & Stories

She wrote: "Looks like a good thing to me. So you've hooked the fish, huh?" The rest of the article reads as follows: *"Nathan Ryan, CEO of Ryan Enterprises Holdings and one of New York's most eligible bachelors has been missing from the vibrant New York nightlife scene, where we're accustomed to seeing him accompanied. The handsome man was last spotted at a famous nightclub, accompanied by his equally attractive brother. Single women in New York are not too happy about the hunk's disappearance. Could he have a new flame? Is she a model or a famous actress? Well, that would be a sad loss for all the single ladies out there."*

Of course, she didn’t notice his movement, because her eyes remained on Roy the entire time. “Roy, you’re here just in time to meet Cassandra’s cousins.” Caleb began in an attempt to break the ice, “Kylie, Kennedy, that’s Roy, he’s my….deputy, Roy, meet Kylie and Kennedy, Cassandra’s cousins.” “Hi.” Roy said, his eyes never leaving his mate. She was so much more beautiful in person than in those dull pictures, he particularly loved her head of full, springy curls. There was no doubt in his mind that he would fully enjoy grabbing hold of all that hair while he had his way with her or playing with the curls while they spoke lengthily about any and everything.

With a growl, he started off to their hideout still fuming. Still in his wolf form, he crept into the place through the backdoor which only he knows and changed back to his human form. His teeth clenched hard as he located his clothes and bundled himself up. His name is Arthur Murray. The Alpha king of the Crescent moon pack. The image of the human hunter that had chased him in the woods still lingered in his head and made his blood boil the more. He had only let his wolf out for a little hunting, having no idea he would bump into the one he and every werewolves dreads the most. Pure Humans! The sight of a werewolf makes their fingers itch to kill.

That was when someone finally bellowed, "How dare you, Caleb Crawford! Murdering mentors of this esteemed academy?! Do you think you're above the law?!" Tarron turned, sighing in relief when he saw that it was Hark Lazuli, eldest son of Grendel Lazuli, the Lord of Zoronda, who had just spoken! He hence quietly retreated behind the crowd of rubberneckers, intent on quietly watching how things turned out… And taking the side of whoever won!

Robert was overjoyed. "But why does this name sound familiar?" He paused. Then, he exclaimed, "Isn't he the one who crippled Peter? The Master of Golden Liberty, also named Henry Truman? "Wait, Henry is also in Hodbridge. Is he—" Robert was excited and skeptical. "Yes, they're the same person," Nightfall said, equally excited. "Really? This is wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! We've found our hope for the future!" Robert could not contain his ecstatic laughter. The Master of Golden Liberty was his grandson, a peerless genius who had shocked countless people. Indeed, he was worthy of being Albert's son; he must have inherited Albert's talent.

“Well, since you’re okay now… I should get going.” The man handed her a business card. “This is my contact information,” he said. “You saved my life tonight. If you ever need anything, come find me.” Navia accepted the card casually and glanced down at it. Then her eyes widened in shock. She looked up at him abruptly. “You’re Leonel Crawford?!” Leonel Crawford—the youngest son of the powerful Crawford family. After spending years overseas, he had returned six months ago and taken control of the Crawford Corporation almost overnight, becoming one of the most powerful men in the country.