Gold D Roger Novels & Stories

To them, I was a gold digger, so what Jessica did was justice in their eyes. I went through my contacts. My parents were on an overseas business trip, and we had a 12-hour difference between us. My grandmother had no idea how to use smartphones, and Blake was still MIA. A new post appeared on the forum. "Diving Deep into Yvonne the Gold Digger. Swipes Blake's Card on Designer Goods in Freshman Year. Suspected of Living in his Place Long-term." The photo was of me in the jacket Blake tossed, and I was coming out of his apartment complex. The photo was taken at a specific angle, and the lighting was dim. It made me look like a gold digger who frequented upscale residential areas late at night.

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.

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.

Gold bites his lips to stop his treacherous mouth from moaning the name of his enemy. The enemy who he pushed away. The enemy whose name is Nikolai. Gold opens his eyes abruptly. He uses his remaining energy to push the girls off him. "Dude, where the hell are you going?" Drake scowls. He's having the best time of his life recording everything when Gold stands up. The golden boy doesn't answer. He just zips his pants and then he runs towards the comfort room. Out of fear of being followed by his bandmates or worse, the hookers, Gold locks the bathroom door as soon as he gets in.

Frowning at the scene in front of him, something caught the attention of master Xavier as then he became confused there then. “Gold?” Master Xavier uttered while looking ahead, laid on the table on the other side of them were heavy gold presented in display. Being decorated on huge trays of 11, gold bars shined brightly. As if those were gifted by someone as a formality? Such gestures mostly happens in the case of marriages... “Right, those are sent by King Louis!” Prince Rogan shrugged off with a light chuckle as master Xavier looked back at his boon friend only to see him owning an easy mood.

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.

They said. Roger, a dark expression on his face began to narrate his dream. "Listen carefully. I saw an image. The cross, I mean the Spectre, made of fine gold rooted on the top of a golden castle. The castle was coated in the best of silver and gold like none that have ever existed. " He swallowed."Then a mighty stone fell from the moon, struck the image and broke it into pieces. It's weight crushed the magnificent castle. It's gold, silver, iron, clay, broke into pieces and became like chaff of the summer threshing floors. The wind carried them away till they completely disappeared from the face of the Earth." He stopped. The diviners began their enchantment while he watched in solemn sil

“I need to talk to him today, otherwise I’ll have to take some drastic steps. Don’t worry, I wont harm your Pack, nor your precious Roland, but I can’t leave this place until I track down and capture that Silver bastard.” “I don’t know what you think you can learn from Elder Lord Roland,” I said truthfully, half relieved and half angry that he wasn’t going to say anything about ditching me in the woods last night. “He’s not really there, mentally, most of the time. And when he is, all he wants to do is drink.” “Even so, I need to try before I move on to plan B,” he said, determination oozing from him. An internal struggle raged inside of me, and yet again I spoke without meaning too. “Did yo

I feel slightly better knowing I am going to have basic information and possibly a picture of my bride by the end of the day tomorrow. By five I can’t take it anymore and I can’t pretend to work either. I shut everything down and call my driver and bodyguard. The drive home is pleasant and quiet. Roger is very good at his job and can read a room like no one I have ever seen before. He can always spot the crazies in a crowded room and runs interference like the professional he is. I’m not a small guy, but even I am man enough to know I need help with the gold digging socialites that usually attend the galas and charity events I am required to attend. I don’t go to hook up, everyone knows this

Roger kept silent for awhile deciding whether to speak or not "It hasn't being confirmed by Xavier yet but- Dante cut Roger off immediately,"How much?!" Nicole flinched when he yelled, she wondered what got him angry so quickly "A million dollars" Roger responded silently and Dante's phone fell to the ground with a soft thud.