Gol D Roger Haki Mga Nobela at Kwento

There were three hundred elite soldiers from the Garo Spec Ops Team in the hall and they all aimed their guns on stage. Should anyone lay a finger on Kaze, they would be executed on the spot. Especially Roger since there were more than a dozen lasers aimed at his head. Kaze looked at the dispirited Roger. He chuckled and said, “Roger Hilfinger, do you confess your crimes?” Roger said the same thing to Kaze before. Thump! Roger could no longer shoulder the pressure and knelt before Kaze.

Tonight, some people were simply fated to mysteriously disappear off the face of the planet… Soon enough, Gerald found himself hovering over the Hoklux Gang’s headquarters… As previously seen, the Hoklux Gang was a bunch of hooligans, and the head of the group was a vicious man known simply as Roger. From the rumors Gerald had managed to gather, he was frequently summoned to the Great Council for ‘coffee talks’. Upon phasing through the headquarters’ ceiling, Gerald was immediately greeted by the sight of the scarred man kneeling before a seated person—whom Gerald assumed to be Roger—while saying, “I apologize, master…! We truly are useless for being defeated by others…!”

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

"You're... You're not bleeding." "Sorry to disappoint you, little wolf." Ragnar walks forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown till he is right in front of me. Up close, his golden eyes are almost hypnotizing, making it feel so natural to do whatever he wants. He could have fooled me with his white coat and stethoscope, but the image of the hooded man with a scythe isn't so easy to forget. "How are you not bleeding?" I struggle for the words. "Interesting, isn't it?" He leans down, lifting my chin. "Just like how you're still alive."

She stared at me, trying to figure me out. “I’ll go a step further—if you let me keep Jezebel, in three full moons I'll take Marianna as my mate. She is a beautiful girl. It would be my honor.” I added, and I meant it. Marianna with her fiery red hair, and freckled face, was very attractive.

“But this guy you are planning to take advantage of is my business.” My heart skipped a beat at how possessive he sounds, and how freaking hot he is right now. Damn, I guess the alcohol’s slowly taking over my body and mind again. I’m not normally this hormonal. “You disgusting piece of shits will get what you deserve,” Heli continued. “And I will make sure you won’t ever catch even a glimpse of Akiro’s hair once I put you inside the cell.” Despite how they turned pale over Heli’s intimidating looks and cold voice, Roger still had the audacity to talk back.

Aldrik said glaring at Roger. " You all are talking like I'm some kind of meat. Don't forget who I am Aldrik and I can still destroy you..." Roger gave a warning to him. But then out of nowhere, a loud sound creaked to the room. I realise there was this lady in the room too who slapped hard across Roger's face. " Mom!" Roger called. Is that means she's Marina Rodrigo? Roger's mother but how is she here? I thought she lived in Russia? " Don't call me that after doing all these sins " She speaks.

Princess in the illusion of their greed? ‘‘Haha, you completely underestimate the power of beauty, my friend,’’ Roger suddenly laughed in response. He shook his head slowly as he continued, ‘‘This time I will give you 1 million, next time there are such goods, remember to give me priority.’’ ‘‘Haha, That's for sure! Then one million, deal?’’ Beta Miguel replied. ‘‘Deal,’’ Roger replied with a slight smile. After which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party's.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"