Gol D Roger Hat Novels & Stories

Then he turned to Roger and his gang who gathered on the corner, eyes bulging out in complete shock as they stared at Heli. “W-who the hell are you? And why the fuck did you break my door?!” Roger bellowed, his face turning red, veins popping out on his neck and arms. His bravado didn’t last when Heli pinned him with his cold, dangerous eyes. I shivered when I noticed the temperature in the room was slowly turning cold, but there was no sign of ice crawling across the marbled floor of Roger’s room. “It’s none of your fucking business who I am,” Heli spoke, his voice low and dangerous as he continued glaring at the bastards. “But this guy you are planning to take advantage of is my business.”

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.

A flash in her eyes Some surprises and thoughtful thoughts. "Forehead..." Roger said calmly. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Roger, a poor soul who is forcibly imprisoned in a necklace by a curse. Only by fulfilling the host's wish can he be freed." Despite what Roger said, in fact, he was just as panicked in his heart. He didn't understand the world, and with his current soul state, he was really afraid that the other party would suddenly take out a weapon specially designed to deal with the soul body and kill him directly. It's transcended.

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

“I never dreamt it would be you.” “Will you show us?” Caleb asked. The man looked long and hard at Caleb, then at me. He finally held out his huge palm, towards me. “May I see that?” he asked. I looked to Caleb. He nodded. I reached out and placed the small, silver key into his huge palm. Roger stared at it. He held it up to the light. He turned it over read the inscription on the back. He finally shook his head. “God damn,” he said. “I was sure it would be bigger.”

"Hailey, who was that just now?" As everyone speculated, a man dressed as a black-suited assistant got out of a Ferrari, holding an Armani bag. He first went to the director, handed over a business card, and then went to deliver the clothes to Roger. "Mr. Wild?" The director looked shocked at the name on the business card. Roger's face rarely appeared in the media, but his name was well-known in the international upper class. He was a renowned Italian entrepreneur and investor. Rumor had it that Roger's background went far beyond his status in the business world.

Roger looked deep into Harvey’s eyes. “Get ready, then.” Roger took a step forward and pounced right at Harvey. He spun, then threw a punch straight at Harvey’s chest. The seemingly simple attack was as quick as lightning. The air crackled as soon as Roger threw his punch forward. Harvey started to get a little interested after seeing that. To make a simple punch seem that strong, Roger was a talented man. If Harvey were to teach Roger, the man would surely have a chance to become a King of Arms, maybe even a God of War.

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

Roger grins at me from beyond my mate. “Oh, she’s ready,” Roger laughs. “She’s been waiting to get her hands on that crown for weeks now.” “Don’t be jealous, Roger,” I say, raising my chin at him and pretending to be haughty. “Just because you don’t get a crown.” “It’s true,” he sighs, pretending grief. “I just get a stupid necklace.” “It’s a livery collar,” Cora sighs, rolling her eyes and moving to his side, looping her arm in his. “If you call it a necklace again I’m going to smack you.”