Gol D Roger Last Words Novels & Stories

There was no warmth or love in his eyes. "This is how you choose to say goodbye to me? Your only daughter?" "I cannot convince anyone you're alive if I grieve you. You ran off in the night to be a vagabond, a buccaneer. Isn't that what you told your mother?" Enzo responded coldly. "There is no one here for you to convince. It's just us." Sidia choked on her words, tears threatening to spill. "Can't you just be my father before I die?"

Roger rarely spoke so much to anyone other than Natalie, and this time, every word was for her sake. Oliver realized the meaning behind the first few sentences and thought, "This Roger, this killer D, possesses the same abilities and intelligence as me." It wasn't until the last sentence that Oliver's eyes narrowed. "Are you declaring war on me? Trying to steal my wife?" "I am, but not now," Roger replied. "Oliver, our intentions are different. I love her, and her wishes are my commands." "So, you're saying I don't love her?" Oliver sneered. Who knew him better than himself?

"Kill anyone you see and take whatever's valuable. I want you back out here in under five minutes.' There could still be more men coming, but this is a priority. He needs to kill anyone who might have seen them. He opens the car' s door and sees Eduardo sitting inside. The man in the back with him has his gun pressed to his temple, and Roger has a gun pointed at Eduardo's face. Damien shuts the door and sinks into the backseat with a sigh. He tells the other man, "You can leave now. Thank you." It's him and Roger now, and Eduardo of course. He knows there isn't much time left, but he finishes his cigarette. Eduardo hasn't said anything yet, but what could he possibly say? He lost, miserably.

The time I need to fill, combined with my murderous attitude, could very well leave him with nothing by the time this is over. “Did you see the headline?” It's the first thing Roger asks when we cross paths on the way to my office. He can't pretend the news didn't thrill him, and I wouldn't ask him to. He may shy away from showing that side of himself, but we both know the beast is lurking right below the surface. I shake my head, clicking my tongue in mock sorrow. “I did. They're saying it's a total loss.” “Did you confirm the payment went through?”

words failed him as he couldn't utter anymore. "We would have been so much more, Roan-" His voice was starting to fade with the last of his strength. "Tell my mother, I'm sorry and I love her." The last words he said before his eyes gave way for the darkness that approached fiercely. Roan gasped when a soulbutterly appeared with the last of his breath then flew away.

Ignacio added. "Hey, Father," Carlos softly spoke, his tone carrying love and sorrow. Miguel's breath caught in his chest, each inhale a desperate struggle for air. "I'll be a presence in every nook and cranny of this ranch," he gasped, urging with fading strength, "Take care of it, and please, don't shed tears for me... don't let tears stain its beauty." He wiped away the tears streaming down Carlos's face with his trembling thumb. "Celebrate the life we had," he whispered, his voice breaking. And with those words, tragically, he plummeted to his death, his final words suspended in the air, forever unfinished.

"Leon?" "Yes?" "Shut up and drive." He laughed good-naturedly, shaking his head, then, as if suddenly remembering something, he went into business mode. "We got a report this morning," he said, whipping out his phone, thumbing through the screen and handing the phone over to me. I took it and stared at the screen. There was a picture of Roger, one of our drug runners, pulled up on the screen. "This is Roger." "He went missing yesterday. Vanished in thin air with fat pounds of coke."

Vladimir hummed while rolling the sleeves of his white shirt while analysing the man in front of him. Roger, the Mexican Cartel's man, spit at Vladimir’s shoe. “You will die, Russian Dog. My Boss Diego will give you the death of a stray dog!” In a sudden swift moment, Vladimir moved and grabbed Roger’s chin. His eyes swirled with murderous madness as He got into that man’s face. “You have spirit, I give you that but it won't save you from this Sinner’s cruelty, Roger,” He gritted out, his breath hot against Roger’s face.

A yelp escaped her lips as she lay on the floor. She caressed the stinging part and stared at Hillary. “You are messing with the wrong person you bitch, don't you ever lay your filthy hands on me, I swear to God that I'll pull your teeth out if you try it.” Hillary warned Paloma. Paloma got up and dusted her dress. Her chest went up and down as she glanced at Hillary. “Rodrigo is dead because of you, he would've still been alive if he didn't have to save you and your wretched baby.”

"No!" Why must one person die? Roger walked to the tea table, took out a tissue, and carefully wiped the revolver. He looked up and asked, "guys, do you have any last words to say? Do you want to say them in advance? Later, the bullet will pass through the brain and you will die in a second. There is no chance to say it." He would die in a second? There was no chance to save him! No! But at this time, both of them looked at me. I really wanted to cover my ears and didn't listen. I didn't want either of them to die.