The Librarians Who Is Jenkins Novels & Stories

'Given just his reputation, no one in H Base City would dare to lay a finger on the Jenkins family. 'Who on earth would not be afraid of Lucas the Demon?!!' "Stronget Elder, Strongest Elder!" At that moment, another disciple of the Jenkins family ran into the room. That disciple of the Jenkins family had a terrified look on his face as if he had witnessed a very scary scene. Before that disciple of the Jenkins family could even speak, he saw the head of the family. Consequently, he was so shocked that he took three steps back. He rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had seen it wrongly.

she whispered. “Mrs. Jenkins wants to see you. She’s waiting upstairs,” Lucas said. Miranda froze. “Mrs. Jenkins wanted to meet me?” she muttered to herself. Celine’s status made it impossible to refuse, so Miranda followed Lucas out. When the elevator doors opened, the atmosphere upstairs was entirely different from the stiff seriousness downstairs. Here, the air buzzed with luxury and influence. The moment Miranda stepped out, she nearly collided with Leo. He smiled faintly. “Looking for someone, Mrs. Gibson?”

Even Old man Jenkins hesitated when he was asked that question. Old man Jenkins was frustrated. He looked at the remaining two elders at the table. The old twins that never spoke. He looked at the female especially, who had recently returned from a long trip and joined the table, sitting between the old cane lady and her brother. “Hey you two! Say something! You both are part of the table too, you know. ” Old man Jenkins beckoned. He was hoping they would support him. “We should not have recruited a murderer.” The female twin spoke first.

Jenkins, as he signaled to the nurses to remove the drip stand. “Your bills have been pain already; it’s just a pity that the young girl who brought you here is yet to come. She claimed to be your distant relative and went to get you some food. It was late when you brought in here, and we didn’t know about the riot at the party as at that time. The nurses who took you in didn’t even know who you are.” The doctor explained to Mr. Jenkins who insisted on knowing the truth on what really happened. The doctor’s statement about the riot party suddenly hit him. He began to remember all that had happened in the party. How his guard was shot by some strange gang men, and he was drugged by the other

My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. Lila turned slowly, arms still folded, that dirty, smug smirk playing on her lips like she’d been waiting for this moment. It frustrated me so much I wanted to scream. She took one deliberate step closer, tilting her head with mock sweetness. “Don’t you know?” She smiled, the expression pure venom. “I heard you seduced Mr. Jenkins. You know… the CEO of Jenkins Holdings? One of the richest men in the city.”

He couldn't afford to show weakness. Just as he tried to dismiss his guilt, Jenkins, entered the study. Jenkins had overheard fragments of the conversation between Ethan and Amelia and had observed the growing tension within the household. "Sir," Jenkins began cautiously, his tone respectful yet concerned, "I couldn't help but overhear some of the exchange. Is everything alright?" Ethan paused, briefly contemplating whether to confide in Jenkins. But ultimately, he decided to maintain his show of strength and dominance. He couldn't let anyone, not even his trusted butler, see the cracks in his carefully constructed image.

Her throat clicked audibly as she swallowed hard. "Serena..." The hesitation in Jenkins' voice made her stomach twist anxiously. "My office was broken into recently. Cleaned out. All the client files, everything...it's gone. They took it all and murdered two of my security guards. If they'd met me here, I probably would have been dead too. There was undoubtedly an inside man because they took care to turn off the CCTV footage in advance." Jenkins heaved. “Sincerely, I'm not sure if I should express my gratitude to your wonderful husband for holding hostages at his villa until this morning.” He added sarcastically.

"But I intend to find out. See what you can dig up on him and report back to me." Jenkins nodded, tucking the folder under his arm. "I'll get right on it, sir. Anything else?" "No, that's all for now," I said, dismissing him with a wave of my hand. As the door closed behind Jenkins, I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together. The meeting had been productive, but my mind was already drifting to other matters. I couldn't shake the image of Isabella, standing in my office, her eyes scanning the papers in my safe with a mix of curiosity and determination.

Maerin nodded, seeker-orb flaring to send a coded pulse—summon subtle. Minutes stretched, bond thrumming anticipation as Alexander pulled me aside, lips brushing my temple in storm-heated murmur. “She's true—or plays deep. Either way, we adapt.” Jenkins arrived cloaked in shadow-weave, hex-blades sheathed but humming ready—his lanky form belying the lethal grace, eyes sharp with loyalty forged in ruins' gore. “You rang, flame-storm duo? Quad's a hornet's nest—whispers say council's calling reinforcements from eastern enclaves.”

Lucas I haven’t spoken to Alissia since our first meeting. Been busy, working on our next target. The one who made that threat to her on the dark web? I figured out who he is—Ryan Jenkins. I’ve kept her out of it for now. She doesn’t need to be involved yet, not until I’m sure it’s safe. Jenkins is a wildcard, the kind of guy who dabbles in everything but masters nothing. A hacker, a stalker, a rapist, a murderer—he’s sloppy, all over the place. But he’s dangerous enough to get away with it because he has money and connections. He can pay off the right people to make evidence disappear, and walk free every time he screws up.