Gol D Roger Last Words Novels & Stories

Roger sat frozen, as if turned to stone. “Roger, who was that? Was it someone who can help us?” Gloria hurried over, her face full of desperate hope. Roger finally snapped back to himself. His bloodshot eyes were filled with shock and the fury of someone who felt stabbed in the back. “What is it? Roger, what’s wrong?” Gloria stared at him in alarm. The look on his face was so savage it was almost frightening. “Felix Gibson!” Roger spat the name out with a roar. “Mr. Gibson? Is he going to help us?” Gloria asked quickly.

"Why isn't he letting go?" He hit me — a hard slap across the face — but it barely registered. The hunger had taken over completely, drowning out everything except the taste of her. The next thing I understood clearly was Ruby crumpling to the floor. Even then, I didn't stop. "Kai — I need you. *Now,*" Joel shouted, and a second later something struck the back of my neck, hard enough to black out the world. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was Ruby, still on the ground. *Ruby—*

Squinting my eyes in contemplation, I seize this opportunity to ask, "Does he have any rivals?" Roger's expression shifts quickly, and he hesitates before answering, "Um, no, Ms. Knight. Not that." With my arms still folded across my chest, I assert, "I know everything, Roger. I witnessed him murdering that man last night and concealing the body in the wine barrel." Beads of sweat form on his forehead, betraying his guilt. "Um, Miss... you can't tell anyone, please," he pleads. Striking a deal, I insist on knowing all the details.

Just as I thought I’d gain an advantage, Roger countered with a swift kick repelling the attack. How was he able to do that when I was faster? The fight continued, each of us refusing to yield. Suddenly, Roger vanished into thin air. "I'll finish this later, Drake... I can't hold out against you anymore," his voice echoed. I stood alone, panting. So he can disappear. Roger's words lingered in my mind: "You have the power of an Ultima." What did it mean? "Because you truly are an Ultima," E-Gamma Spencer’s voice rang in my ears as if he could read my thoughts.

Abraham said smoothly. He broke into a fit of coughing before clearing his throat. "I'm proud of you." Something swelled inside my chest at those words. I looked at Abraham lying weakly in the hospital bed. Neither of us spoke again. The only sound filling the room was the harsh rhythm of Abraham's breathing, breaking the heavy silence. Dylan clicked his tongue. "If there's nothing else to talk about, can I leave now?" I asked. "Dylan, I've already asked my secretary to prepare my will."

A grainy recording appeared in the air between them—shaky footage from a marketplace in Marrakesh. The clip showed dozens of vendors and shoppers frozen in place. Every device they carried—phones, tablets, even cash registers—lit up at once. The same word appeared across the screens in multiple languages: “WE REMEMBER.” Emma’s stomach dropped. Nolan whispered, “Not just fragments. Memories.” Lira looked at them both. “This isn’t a resurgence. It’s a rebirth. And it’s speaking directly now—not in codes, not in signals. In language.” The three of them stood in silence as the holo flickered out. The pulse device in Emma’s hand warmed, then pulsed with a faint glow, as if confirming the truth of

I collapsed onto the ground in despair, unable to understand why any of this was happening. Kent looked at me seriously. "Sam, I know you're in terrible pain right now, but you need to stay strong. "Based on everything we've uncovered so far, the final message your brother left behind is the key. "You need to tell us: what exactly did he say before he died?" I was already on the verge of breaking down completely. Clutching my head, I screamed, "I don't know! I really don't know!" If anyone wanted the answer, it was me.

I glanced at the last two chances for forgiveness I was holding onto and finally spoke, "Alright, thanks, professor." Just then, Walter walked in. "Who were you talking to? The professor?" he inquired, curiosity in his eyes. He dropped a bag on the table, the contents hidden from view. I ended the call and faced him, trying to keep my voice even. "Nothing important, just some questions." Walter's frown deepened, his gaze probing. "What kind of questions? It's pretty late for that, isn't it?" I met his gaze, my own brows knitting together. "Just about an experiment, nothing to worry about."

including thinking about the future of the pack, especially the problem of the potential luna. "She's dead," Rodrigo answered in a half hoarse voice. Finally, he revealed it after all this time. He was relieved ... at least he had taken out the atomic bomb.

someone asked out of concern. There was no way Henry could recover from losing his penis, having been flushed down the drain and was gone forever. Before Kaze could speak, Roger immediately said, “Kaze Lee, I gave you one chance and you wasted it. I promised my son to take your wife for him and make her his slave. And you will die from the torment!” Kaze’s pupils dilated in anger. Sharp killing intent exploded and shrouded Roger whole. He said coldly, “Roger Hilfinger, because of what you said, the Hilfinger family will be over today!”