Gol D. Roger's Novels & Stories

I said, and he nodded. “I never found myself weakening in front of a woman before.” Diego said, his voice calm as he spoke. “One word from her was enough to have me let all my walls down. The guard that I had, and the walls, everything just dropped in front of her, and I no longer find myself living without her. I want her to be mine, and I have never been so sure about something in my whole life.”

I pull my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees and staring steadily at the blank television screen. “Does the tv work?” I ask, my voice shaking a little despite myself. “I…don’t know…” Roger replies, his tone curious. “Do you want me to try it?” “Mmmhmm!” I say, my hum an octave higher than it would usually be. Slowly, Roger stands up and moves to the TV, treating me to the opportunity to scan the broad muscles of his back, which sweep downward to a trim waist. He even has two little dimples on either side of his spine right above his perfect ass…

Not even humans very often. “In you go,” he waved his hand in a swooping motion. “Tell Rodger I said hi.” “Who is Rodger?!” I demanded, staring at the moving image on the side of his house. There was a tall brick building with showboards outside, pictures of men wearing little to nothing in each slot. The neon lettering above the door read ‘BROOM STIXXX’. Was he sending me off to be sold off in some sex club?! “Rodger is Rodger,” the elderly man shrugged. “Quiet. Brooding. Hair like 80s porn star. You can’t miss him. Now, in you go. It may look closed, but just knock. Rodger is expecting you.”

"The rogue against Halden's boy, Gregor. Three rounds or until surrender." Gregor climbed into the pit from the far side. He was young, maybe twenty, and built like a bull. His shoulders were thick as hams, and his fists looked like they could crack stone. He cracked his neck and grinned at the crowd. The pack loved Gregor. Gregor won fights. The horn blew.

I say as evenly as I can. An icy look of fear flashes on Roger's face, and I tilt my head to the side. I give him a blank, emotionless stare as I wait for him to break. "Okay, okay. His name is Hugh. He was a rogue, but he was allowed to join Riverstone. He is part of our group," Roger all but yells out. "And what group would that be," I ask before tilting my head to the other side. I slide the knife down his stomach, and his breath hitches.

He gave her a large grin and introduced himself. “Hi, Miranda isn’t it? I’m Roger.” Miranda took his outstretched hand and greeted him. “Sorry I haven’t said hello before, I tend to be out on digs a lot or cleaning some of the items off down in our lab.” He pointed to the coin. “Amazing isn’t it? How intact that one has remained?”

William said. I also think so. Keron said. Frustrastion was written on Gasta's face. He kicked the chair Roger sat on so hard that it flew upwards. Roger fell down. But he was struggling as if to get some thing. Just then William rushed to where Roger as put his left foot. Sure enough there was a small smart watch. William examined it and it can hold a simcard. That what Roger used to call whoever he wanted. As Gasta was still beating Roger, the room was invaded with men dressed in black. They all had guns. Their faces covered that you can't identify them.

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.

My friends might be worried about me right now. "What are you going to do with me?" I courageously asked the old man even though my arms and legs were already trembling in unison. "We are not here to hurt you, Ghino. In fact, we are on the same page regarding Nathan," he said back with a smile on his face. "You might be wondering by now about who I am. Let me introduce myself to you first. My name is Roger. One of the inmates in the Russian penitentiary. Nathan and I are friends back there and until now. In fact, we agreed to a plan tonight."

Magnus Jordan yelped as he found himself being penetrated deeper and deeper Roger's penis filled him completely as the glowing sword within him returned, giving his prostate the attention that threatened to rob him of his senses. And he would have screamed if Roger San Pedro hadn't stuffed his slender fingers into his mouth, carefully stifling every sound.