Wilbur Robinsons Novels & Stories

I growl pissed off that he knows better about me and Jackson. “Remi, I didn’t mean to…” He says pleadingly. “Didn’t mean to what? Make my friend feel uncomfortable to be around me? We were taking showers in separate areas Wyatt!” “I’m sorry. Cobalt and I just get irritated seeing you with an unmated male wolf.” “I’ll talk to you and Cobalt later. First, I’m getting a shower that I needed 5 minutes ago. Alpha Wyatt’s P.o.V

Jackie Robinson so diligently sprinkles around. Mr. John Robinson, Selena's father, is a figure of quiet authority. A respected district leader at Laketown, he holds a position that, while lowly ranked within the Redbone Pack, commands a significant degree of respect among the townsfolk. His leadership is marked by fairness and an unyielding sense of duty, qualities that have earned him the admiration of many. Despite his status as a low-ranked wolf, his influence is felt far and wide, a testament to his integrity and the trust the community places in him.

the news anchor said, "This one however, is a statement from none other than Mr. James Robinson, one of the shareholders of Falloway Cooperation. He is a man well-known for his charitable work, including funding orphanages and multiple community initiatives. He came to the news station to testify that during his rest period, Mr Ryker Davidson had allegedly harassed and insulted him. We now take you live to James Robinson, noted philanthropist and investor, who has come forward with a public statement about his alleged harassment at the hands of Ryker Davidson.” The screen cut to Robinson, seated at a small seat, his face morose. "Last night," Robinson began, voice soaked in false humility, "

“Oh! Wow! Ichabod is really an angel right? You gonna tell me everything tomorrow.” “Something happened Vi.” “Something happened? Oh my God! Did Michael do something stupid again?” “No no.” Harmony replied nervously. “Okay, so what happened?” She sighed. “Oh God! It was really bad.” She replied. “Okay, now you scaring me. Who was it?” Harmony took a sharp breath. “It was Ichabod.” Vivian burst into laughter, “oh my god! I knew you hired him for a reason! So you actually took a bite off the white man’s banana right?” She giggled.

Several Months Later A black Mercedes came and stopped in front of a huge multi-storey building out of which came a gentleman in a black suit who's none other than Mark Robinson, that self made multi millionaire businessman with good looks, intelligence and the powerfull aura to die for. He is the elder son of Benjamin & Sarah Robinson the original founders of The Robinsons company, who died in a car crash ten years ago.

“Because of Gilbert, Robin… “What about Robin?” “You remember you lost me and you asked where I came from? I wouldn’t have gone to my friend, otherwise I would have followed Robin. You can’t believe what I discovered. Robin has another woman. The sad thing is that the woman has given birth, and he is the father.” The story is about Neva. “What?! How did that happen?” “The woman became Robin’s secretary. And she was his classmate in college. Since the woman could not find a job, he offered to help the woman work for the company.”

There was practically no formation that could successfully kill the Satan Robots, and thus Wilbur had no choice but to go with a basic one. This time, Johnson was not part of the army and thus Wilbur was able to take down twenty Satan Robots on his own in just ten seconds. In the next two weeks or so, Wilbur would take advantage of the formation of the sand dunes to destroy as many Satan Robots as he could. By the end of it, he was shocked to discover that he had already taken down two hundred and thirty of them.

“I cut my lip, not lost my mind. Stop asking the same thing over and over.” “Alright then…” It was just a split lip. A quick clean and a little care would have made it nearly invisible by morning. But this bright red antiseptic? It would make the wound stand out like a neon sign. Everett Robinson wasn’t just anybody. In Los Angeles, he was practically royalty—the face of the entire WS Group. He knew full well how conspicuous it would look. And yet, here he was, insisting on it. Martha shot me a helpless look, silently asking for backup.