Gol D Roger Last Words Novels & Stories

The air crackled with anticipation, each moment hanging on the precipice of a decision that would shape their futures forever. "What begins ends too," Roger replied, his voice now tinged with a hint of sadness. "You were once my friend Charles; that's why I want to end things easily and peacefully. You have done enough damage already." Charles clenched his fists, his anger momentarily subsiding as he processed Roger's words. "It's time to accept your fate now."

I crawl to his leg pleading with him "Пожалуйста, пощади меня, я сделаю для тебя все, только не убивай меня. [Please spare my life, I will do anything for you just please don’t kill me] I beg The men watch me as I beg but they didn’t say a word. Again, Boss scoffs, I must be amusing him. He points the gun on my head and my heart melts knowing that it’s over for me. "Произнеси свои последние молитвы [Say your last prayers]" He tells me

Rodgers said when a red light appeared on Maxwell's chest, he looked around trying to understand what Rodgers meant until he hears gunfire and he saw Andrew fell flat on the ground. "Andrew..," he screamed out loudly, while he fell to the ground, shaking his body and calling his name out, as Andrew forced a smile despite the pain he felt. " I took the shot for you, and you took the shot for him," Rodgers mumbled to himself, as a tear slipped from his left eye... "I love you Maxwell," were the last words that came out of Andrew's mouth, causing Maxwell to scream out so loud... oh no!!

The priest goes a little slack in his chair, panting. “Let’s try again,” Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What do your people want with my nephew.” My eyes narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a short, humorless laugh. “It doesn’t matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and holding his gaze. “Because,” he pants, a smile growing on his face. “You are already…too late.” And then he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a scream erupts upstairs –

It was late afternoon and, even though the days were getting shorter, we still had a few hours before sunset brought the threat of danger to our doors. “I’ll bet you’ll be so happy to get that baby out of your belly so you can go out and kick some bad boy ass alongside that man of yours,” Roger said. “What are you talking about?” I chuckled. “It doesn’t seem fair that he has to go out alone each night and kill those evil devils. Last night he got three of them,” Roger shrugged. I stopped and looked at him in disbelief, “I had no idea.” “Uh Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said with regret. “I thought that you two told each other everything.”