Wilbur Robinsons Novels & Stories

~Prologue (In Lexia's Point Of View) "Cross him off the list." My assistant turns from where he was facing the board, looking at me sardonically. He's not really my assistant, in fact, he hates when I refer to him as that. But I wouldn't go as far to say that this man, Adrian, is my friend. "Why?" He questions, balancing a red permanent marker between his fingers. Rolling my eyes, I back up a few steps and sit on the edge of my desk, mindful of the papers scattered on it.

“Oh sweetheart. You know exactly what you are doing. Just spill. I know you. You can’t move on from things so easily, you take years. You still cry remembering the time you left your teddy in the train.” “Hey, that was heartbreaking for me. I can never get over Mr. Buttons.” “It was 20 years ago.” “Well, I don’t know what you are talking about. I am being perfectly normal.” I breathe out loudly, annoyed at the fact that I could smell his masculine scent. Jeez, why does he smell so delicious?

The drive over gave me too much time alone with my thoughts, most of them still tangled up in Annalise and whatever unspoken thing she was carrying around today. At Crescent Hotel, the detective had already claimed a private room, files spread across the table in neat, organized stacks by the time I sat down across from him. “It’s Mr. Robins,” he said, sliding one folder toward me. “Senior executive, major shareholder in Sterling Empire. After digging further, I found something interesting. Robins and Reed were childhood friends.” “As for why Robins wanted access to Mason’s files after his death,” the detective continued, “that part I still can’t confirm.”

Wilbur was a young guy but he had the attainment of a soon-to-be celestial king. His name was also on the top list of the True Dragon Board. As he arrived at Acheron Island, he saw Amin. He nodded and smiled at Amin to greet him. After that, he had his full attention fully on Severin. When he sensed Robyn's residual aura on Severin's body, he was shocked. 'It's him! He's the one who killed Robyn!' Wilbur thought shockingly and had a hard time believing a complete-stage celestial was capable of killing a soon-to-be celestial kind.

He kept telling himself. After some hours, they finally stepped foot into the Crescent pack. Uncle Bob and Mr Samuel's teeth clenched. The smell of wolves only reminded them of the death of Eleanor's mother. The only thing that crossed their mind was to end them all at once. "Let's go." Detective Rob told them after they looked around a bit. The smell of wolves drifted into their nostrils. What annoyed uncle Bob the most was how they lived their lives as if they deserved to live when they were only monsters that deserved to be wiped out from the face of the Earth.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

"Mr. Garrett, did you send that paralyzed patient to test my skills?" Egbert hurriedly apologized, "My apologies. I hope you can forgive my rashness. A few days ago, I finally managed to invite a renowned doctor. But he gave another blow to Wilbur. I was afraid he would be disappointed again. I had no choice but to test your skills in advance."

Blair suspected that if James acquired the Necro Poison from the Necromaster, he could search for him and provide a higher chance of success for Mable’s surgery. James looked at Blair and remained silent for a while before confessing, "The Necro Poison was given to me by a man named Wilbur." "Wilbur?" Blair frowned slightly. "Is he from the Southland?" "I'm not sure. Even though I've known him for many years, he's always elusive, unpredictable in his actions, and doesn't follow the rules. I can't control him; our relationship is merely a partnership." Blair pressed further. "What kind of partnership?"

Oh well, clean slate I guess. Rob, however, seems sort of confused. I don’t blame him – the incident happened only a few weeks ago, and it wasn’t like Mateo and I ever stopped joke-flirting. Alex’s constant jokes about the situation didn’t help Rob understand that we’re just friends either. Maybe he would be the one to save me. Maybe he’d go “Wait, I thought Kieran was madly in love with Mateo?” so I can confirm it and immediately drown myself in the Atlantic Ocean.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.