Gol D. Roger's Novels & Stories

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

Roger answered the call and heard the woman on the other end of the line say, "I heard that Elliot Foster and Avery Tate are at your place." "Ha ha! That's right! What is it?" Roger held his cigar and said casually, "I know you don't get along with them, but Elliot is a friend of mine." "Ha ha! Mr. Goldstein, as a successful businessman yourself, you should know that there are no such things as lifelong friends and enemies, only lifelong profits!" the woman cackled menacingly. "I have the perfect plan. Are you interested?" Roger's smile faded. "Go ahead and tell me your plan. I'll be the one to judge whether I benefit from it. I'm not willing to risk anything, and so I will also only act if

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

"You're... You're not bleeding." "Sorry to disappoint you, little wolf." Ragnar walks forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown till he is right in front of me. Up close, his golden eyes are almost hypnotizing, making it feel so natural to do whatever he wants. He could have fooled me with his white coat and stethoscope, but the image of the hooded man with a scythe isn't so easy to forget. "How are you not bleeding?" I struggle for the words. "Interesting, isn't it?" He leans down, lifting my chin. "Just like how you're still alive."

In a clearing in the woods, I saw three figures, one was on their knees, and on closer look, it looked like a man clutching at his neck which was oozing blood. My eyes were drawn to the remaining two figures. One was a smaller frame that seemed to be battling the larger one. I didn’t know what was happening, or who the good or the bad guy was. The smaller person however appeared to be holding their own. I realized it was a safe bet to assume this person was the one in danger even though it didn’t look that way. Just as I decided to help, the big guy stumbled backward and fell with a loud thud. This small fellow had managed to disperse these two huge guys all on their own. To say I was impres

said Secretary Kim. Yusa smiled faintly, he was happy because Secretary Kim gave him happy news about Roger. It's time for Roger to receive retribution for his actions in playing with him and ruining his relationship with Olivia. Even though Yusa doesn't care about Olivia anymore, he really hates Roger and wants to see his destruction. "Mr. Roger is not married, young master, he likes changing women and this is a photo of his new girlfriend." Lou provided a photo of a young woman in a pixy dress with shoulder-length wavy hair.

Almost respectful. “Son of a bitch,” I whisper. My phone buzzes again. Jason. “What,” I answer. “Th3y ar asking questions over here. Please tell me that you've found something. There's only so much I can take from these old fogeys.” “Yeah.” “It’s Gus, isn’t it?” The name tastes like rust. “Feels like him,” I say. Jason swears under his breath. “He’s getting bold.” “No,” I correct. “He’s getting curious.”

Krista said with a smile. The nurse stopped and looked at her questioningly. "Are you sure about that? The man who rescued you was the Rogue Alpha, Hayden Taylor. He left the pack because he murdered his father. If he really is your mate, you might want to think long and hard before you accept him. There is no telling what he will do or where he will want you to live. That's not counting the rogue stench that I've heard comes off of him."

Coming from a poor background, everyone in Carl Humphry's circle assumes I'm a gold digger. Especially his best friend, Miriam Briggs. She claims she used to be one herself, so she knows my kind all too well. Desperate to prove them wrong, I spend three years with Carl without accepting a single expensive gift. Miriam just scoffs. "She says no, but deep down, she's just waiting for the man to make the first move and offer her something better. It's the classic play-hard-to-get routine." Then comes Carl's birthday. I've saved up for six months to buy him a watch. As I approach the private room, I hear Miriam laughing inside. "I told you she'd buy something pricey. Classic gold-digger mo