Gol D. Roger's Novels & Stories

Jonah mocked humorously. The guy knew how to play with fire, I will certainly give him that one, but he was playing a game he would eventually lose and he wouldn't like the outcome at the end of that loss. Because the only way this game was going to end was with his death. It only seemed fitting for it to end that way.

He was none other than the Horizon Peak’s Academy initiate who had appeared during the sparring matches. “I never expected you to recognize me. All the more reason for I, Drogo Rogers, to kill you!” Drogo did not only expect Zephyr to recognize him, but also did not expect him to dodge his attack. His movement did not slow one bit as he spoke. Instead became even faster as his expression turned more twisted.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d be stuck in the forest when the sun went down. My gelding’s name was Roger. It wasn’t a name that I would have given him, but it was the name that he came with and that he responded to, so I didn’t change it. Roger was jet black with a white star on his forehead. He stood sixteen and a half hands high with powerful, well-defined flanks. Had he been human, he would have easily been taken for a body builder.

Bloody hell. “Roger, capo (Roger, boss,),” Domenico replied, and my men disappeared within a blink. I noted that candy fucker Rory turned his head behind and noticed if they were being followed. I wanted to laugh at him, you both weren’t only being followed but also being watched and planned in the trap.

Clinton said earnestly, looking at Goldie. “Well, Zimmerman, this is the first time you’ve shown so much care toward me. I'm so flattered. It's a pity that you won’t accept me. I’m not interested in Silva so I can only look for the next target. I don't believe there is anyone whom I will get caught up in and can’t break free from. It’ll be better if you don’t say anything, but since you said it, I really want to give it a try,” Goldie replied indifferently. Who was Goldie Rogers?

“I’m trying to heal her dad. She’s over here being mean to me and I just can’t stand the ingratitude!” A low growl emitted from the dragon. Gale made a face at the dragon that looked like she was telling it not to ruin her fun. Roger stepped around the dragon’s claw. “Saple say she not what she seem.” He told them and paused for a long moment. He stumbled the first word. The girls turned to see him standing there, attempting to formulate his thoughts. Gale laughed delightedly. Veronica shook her head and glanced at the dragon. She was pretty sure Roger had just called him ‘apples.’

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.

Roger walked over to Esther’s driver seat, bent down and looked at her deeply, then turned to Claire and said word by word: “You’re just a snake in the grass.” Claire: “... Who the hell are you, running wild on other people’s turf?!” “I’m Roger Davenier!” He paused, then added, “The twin brother of Esther Davenier, and son of Victor Davenier!” Esther: “... What?!” ***

Seven. Adira swore she didn’t breathe at all until her feet hit solid ground again and she was able to turn around to see any threat which may face her. With her senses being so unreliable, her eyes were the only thing she felt like she could truly rely on. “You okay?” Braxton asked as he climbed down. “Fine.” “Wow, tense much.” She glared over at him, “Just get down here and show me where I’m supposed to be going.” He chuckled and nodded, leading the way to a large metal door. Engraved above the door knocker was a large, cursive letter ‘H’ and Adira watched as Braxton took a chain from around his neck which held a key with a matching engraving.

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.