Gold D Roger Novels & Stories

"Jeff knows you can't handle his company as well as Roger. You—" “Bullshit! The old man was just looking for an excuse. The fact is, he plays favorites. I don't always do bad things. I was the best rugby player on campus. I came with the trophy in my hand to show him, but he just responded to me flatly. He was prouder of Roger, who at that time received a gold medal for winning the prestigious Olympics in Seattle. Now you know that I'm not doing all this just because I'm greedy and crazy about money. I take revenge on all those who have hurt me.”

“Greed, causing a public unrest in some places where General Catalina had surveyed to have gold and diamonds. The rogues just want to kill a thousand if the king’s army to revenge for their fallen heroes on the other hand they'd allow him to be packing some of the diamond.” “Hmm… make it more clear. You seems to be confusing me.” I sat on the chair rubbing my temple. She cleared her throat and paused for a while before she answered me. This time her voice was low and soft. “I meant he's trying to create some wealth to himself by causing a public unrest. Gold and diamonds were discovered in Ruby’s pack. The rogues are lovers of gold but aren't civilized with diamonds. He struck a deal with th

I, too, also wondered about that. ‘‘What happened?’’ A deep voice with a slight trace of worry suddenly sounded accompanied by hurried footsteps approaching us. A man whose name was Roger then appeared right beside us to see my situation. ‘‘Oh, damn, my 1 million gold is really trying to kill herself.’’ ‘‘What should we do, Boss? Tie her up?’’ The man pinning me on the wall asked. ‘‘No, how can I leave scars on such a beautiful and delicate body?’’ Roger was worried that wouldn't sell me for a good price.

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

I didn't come from money, so everyone around my rich girlfriend decided I had to be a gold digger. Nobody more than Tristan Reed, her male best friend. He told them he'd been kept by rich women himself, so he understood men like me better than anyone. To prove I wasn't that kind of man, I never accepted a single expensive gift from Vivian Ford during the three years I spent with her. Tristan had an explanation for that too. "He says no out loud, but he's waiting for her to offer something better on her own. It's called playing hard-to-get." Then came Vivian's birthday. I'd saved six months of my salary and bought her a necklace. I was almost at the door of the private room when I hear

"A few days ago… I had a dream. In it… In it, it showed me that Grandma and I poisoned you. You died. I even cursed you, saying that you were some feminazi who deserved it." His body began to tremble uncontrollably. "That wasn't a dream." I met his gaze calmly. "You did that in your past life." Ryder's eyes widened with incredulity. He sat there, frozen and stupefied by the revelation. The color drained from his face in an instant, leaving behind nothing but a deathly pallor. Despair, regret, pain—every emotion collided across his features before he hunched over in silence. He slipped from his chair and dropped to his knees with a dull thud. Across the table, he bowed his head heavily toward

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.

My boyfriend, Enzo Valenti, is the sole heir to the Valenti mafia family. He has more than enough wealth to last for generations. Despite being together for three years, he's never bought me a single gift. He even makes me split the cost of the cheapest box of condoms. After a car accident, I find out that I'm ten weeks pregnant. The baby still has a faint heartbeat. If I can come up with another 500 dollars for the medication, there's a good chance the baby will survive. I drain my bank account and borrow from every friend I can. When that's still not enough, I have no choice but to beg Enzo for help. Enzo, on the other hand, is convinced that I'm faking the pregnancy to get money from

And the great beam continued its faithful sweep across the unbroken horizon, a golden pathway that belonged to the town, to the keepers, and to every soul who would one day look for it and find their way home. The night deepened around them, mild and clear. The wind moved warm and salt-rich out of the south. In the dwelling the fire would be banked; in the lantern room the clockwork would keep its steady tick. On the highest ledge of Blackwood Point the keepers of the golden light remained at their post, rooted in the deep granite, bound to each other and to the long work of stone and oak and paper and flame, looking out across the open water toward whatever the turning years would bring. Th