Robinson Crusoe Novels & Stories

Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze. "...After seven long years of training outside the Country. We're glad to announce the second son of our beloved King Darwin Jack and her Highness the Queen Liza Yuan Cohen, and the heir to the throne, Prince Zale Felix Cohen, has finally returned back to his precious country."

There was no way to fix it, though. Robbie struggled to his feet, his face a mask of pain as he cradled his crooked arm against his body. He was going into shock. He could do nothing to help me now. I tied the ropes in place, watching Robbie carefully pick his way down into the cabin. Fear lurched in my stomach, dread numbing the stinging rain on my skin. He disappeared below deck, and I forced myself to move. If I didn't move, we were going to die out here in the storm.

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

It’s not a well spoken rich man in a mansion, but a mountain girl in her second hand clothes and tell it how it is attitude. Just then Robin enters the cabin. He looks tired and pale, his hand is wrapped in a huge white bandage. He heads straight over to me and hangs his arms around me as if he has no strength left in his limbs. Which is hard to believe because I’ve seen him carry a full grown female pig on his shoulder like it was a sack of potatoes. Hell he carried me down the mountain in record time, proving he’s as strong as an ox. Taking the deepest breath in through his nose as he nestles his face into my hair breathing in my smell as if he’s desperate for air. I can feel the relief th

"Hello, I'm Robin Crawford. I'm nineteen years old, and I just returned from Mericah. Nice to meet you!" 19 years old? Robin Crawford? He was not Mister Long Legs! A strong sense of disappointment overwhelmed Naomi. Her Mister Long Legs should have been in his twenties at that moment. How could he possibly be going to school there? Naomi looked up once again and closely measured Robin up. She was too anxious. Although he looked a lot like Mister Long Legs, there were some differences. The most significant difference was that her Mister Long Legs was blind. He could not see. Even if he had gorgeous eyes, it was a pity that he could not see.

She saw him on that fateful day. He chuckled while walking to her, stretched his hands and said, "I'm Charles, Robinson's best friend and personal assistant. Do enjoy your stay here." The end of the statement had a sarcastic string to it.

I need to get to the bottom of this and asap. The next morning, we are received by the same mayhem. Russell is up before sunrise and training. Caleb is at it again, instigating and getting Russell and Fred worked up. By the afternoon, Russell finally gets a break, but I fear it's not enough for him to rest. Caleb has been overworking him with one practice after another.

Leo wore the helmet and the voice of an AI lady was heard . “Scanning Data in check, DNA status Male 21,Leo Hiram registered as New user of The Lost World!” Welcome to the Lost world, a bright white light engulfs Leo and sends him to an open area where he could choose the Region he wanted to spawn too. Leo and Dard had read too many beta manuals on The Lost World which clearly started spawning and starting the journey in the Eastern Region had better rewards, without thinking further he chose the Eastern Region, so did Dard and they both were sent to a White River City.

I knew I was different inside, but there was something still holding me back. What could I possibly know about running a pack anyway? Everyone that I had once trusted had rejected me, so I turned rogue and lived wild. It was the only way to survive in the mountains. You either hunted or became the hunted. Crawling on my knees, I squeezed through the entrance of the cave as it wasn't that wide of an entrance, but I'd been starving for so long and lost more than a few pounds, that I could fit through the space. Once I made my way through, I fell right into a mushy pile of leaves and wet mud. An earthy scent of rain still lingered in the air. Pushing myself up on my palms, I stood up and inhale

He'd get me back to the Buchan family and obtain their wealth, and I'd become an ally to the Nichols family once I succeeded. Around then, I found a man washed up on the shore. Robert was caked in mud, his clothes tattered. His beard and hair were long and wild. He must've drifted at sea for ages. Broken bits of wood floated nearby, remnants of a raft he'd built. The image of Robinson Crusoe popped into my head. They had the same vibe, though Robert was more handsome. Saving him wasn't out of kindness. A dead body on the beach would tank my resort plans before they even started. I couldn't let that happen, so I took him with me.