Romans & histoires Robinson Crusoe

Ichabod pleaded. Rasheedat walked to the shelf and took a little bottle of something red. “This is monocane. Doctors use it in small doses as a pain killer but you need it to reduce the power of that beast in you.” “Oh my God!” Ichabod’s face brightened up. “You really think this will work?” Rasheedat shrugged. “ I have been working on this for years and you will be the first to try it. Just a drop on your tongue should do the trick. Let me know if it works.”

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.

For the first time, I gave in and responded to his kisses. For some reason, I feel like this will be our last kiss. I had a feeling that a storm was brewing. And my instinct tells me that danger will come my way. ... I was staring blankly at the ceiling after Robin left. Robin told me earlier that I've been missing for over 12 hours. If they hadn't seen Astrid outside the log cabin, they wouldn't find me on time. Robin found the mechanism under the bed and found me lying unconscious below the stairs.

Robin asked back. Oscar chuckled mockingly and then fixed his attention on me, "Who is this? New guy you'll play?" he asked as he pointed at Robin. "Bro, did you know that she kissed someone last night at Norton? I don't even know what the real score is between her and Cabello!" he adds more. My face was wrinkled. Why was Morris suddenly brought up? He's chilling somewhere! He's busy with his math problems that needed to be solved! Robin didn't say a word, maybe Oscar thought he believed him so he laughed again. The fool was not satisfied. He added more nonsense shit.

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.

"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.

You could feel life had already left this home. The door leading to the studio was already open and I reluctantly crossed it after sighing one last time in preparation. The room was as large as my whole apartment, with a traditional oak desk and several books covering the walls. At the end of it, under a cabinet full of wine bottles, I could see a small shrine with the picture of Boss and a young woman with long dark hair and almond colored eyes. Tears began forming again but, before I started weeping, something else caught my attention. A small girl was crouching right next the picture, hugging her knees and covering her face with them, their daughter. I remember now, Boss had a daughter.