Gol D. Roger's Novels & Stories

ordered Roger in a furious voice. “R-right away, master…!” replied the scarred man in a respectful tone. “There’s no need for that! I’m right here!” yelled an unfamiliar voice at that moment, causing Roger and his men to instantly feel astonished. After realizing that they couldn’t even detect the source of the voice, Roger stood up before roaring, “Who the hell are you? Show yourself!” However, the only response Roger got was a tight slap across his face! The slap itself was so hard that Roger found himself landing a good distance from where he had initially been standing!

Goldie drags him away from her, leaving a light trail of blood as he gathered an acceptable distance in between the two. “YOU FUCKER! SHE’S GOING TO GET US KILLED!” Goldie clamps down Leonardo’s mouth with his hand. A golden glow emits from the two as Leonardo continued to struggle and yell another string of curses. He jerks under Goldie’s hold, adamant about being set free. The more he opposed, the more energy he loses, and eventually he loses consciousness.

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

Or is it just a contest in disguise set up to keep only the strongest? “Let's enjoy this peaceful feeling a little more; a little more will be gone,” Roger added. “That year, I went to Rose to rob another team’s flag, but I wanted to try and find it myself this time.” Evelyn pursed her lips. "Robbing someone else's act like it's proud." “My teammate, do you forget so quickly? When you rush out and hit other people, I can see that you are very excited.” Roger sarcastically. I laughed; imagining their appearance at that time was interesting.

“I never dreamt it would be you.” “Will you show us?” Caleb asked. The man looked long and hard at Caleb, then at me. He finally held out his huge palm, towards me. “May I see that?” he asked. I looked to Caleb. He nodded. I reached out and placed the small, silver key into his huge palm. Roger stared at it. He held it up to the light. He turned it over read the inscription on the back. He finally shook his head. “God damn,” he said. “I was sure it would be bigger.”

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

Instead, I took his glass from his hand, enjoyed a long cooling drink of his water, handed it back, and said, “I didn’t know you were here.” “That makes two of you,” Roger said. “I came here yesterday to see if he’d heard any more about you. Damn, girl, we’ve been worried. He wasn’t here, but since he kept claiming “mi casa, su casa”, I decided to test him on that theory and stuck around. I’m so glad I did.” “I’ve been through a nightmare,” I groaned. “It’s so good to have you here.” “That looked more like playtime than a nightmare,” Roger teased.

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.

She asserted, “Now that I’ve sent the documents like you wanted, can my mom start receiving treatment…” A cunning glint flickered past Roger’s eyes. “It's not as easy as that. I don't trust you enough.” Roger interjected, his calm voice holding slyness and revealing that he had no intention to play according to the game. Who is Roger kidding? Gillian, that bitch is a wild cat, and the only leash he had on her was her mother! If Roger didn't make use of Gillian's mother very well, he knew that bitch would never listen to him. But now that he already had another leash on Gillian, his eyes glistened with a devilish glint.

Roger said furiously, grabbing his father by the collar of his shirt. “Roger, let him go.” “I’m done waiting. I want you to give me the presidency you promised me.” “You lost that when you proved to me that you were nothing but a damn traitor and a thief. We found out about all the money and jewelry you secretly took from the company.” “I didn’t steal anything because all of it was mine in the first place, so I could take whatever I wanted whenever I wanted,” Roger shouted, shoving the older man hard. George lost his balance and hit his head on the desk.