Gold D Roger Novels & Stories

“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.”

looking at us , I took back the seat. " Why do you think we are useless?" I ask him, not that I care but if that is a step forward to making him talk I'll use it. With glaring eyes " You sitting on gold and you not doing anything about it" Ah not this again, this gold situation as seems to be a common denominator with every rogue" We don't have gold here , whomever ever send you or told you about it as mistaken" Shaking his head furiously" No she wouldn't, she a witch so she knows what she is talking about"

I didn’t have time to react before the other two rouges had run and jumped into me, one had landed on my back and was trying to snap at my neck whilst the other one had landed underneath me to bite my legs, trying to make me fall to allow both of them to get to my neck. I was trying to get them off me by bucking the rouge currently on my back but it just caused him to stick his claws into my sides to help him stay balanced, I growled so loudly that the one biting my legs stopped in shock at what I had just done, this provided me with an opportunity to drop on to him with all my weight finally causing the other one to let go and land on his friend. I could smell the blood coming from my sides

"We'll talk about it some other time, I have to go. I'll call you later man." I ended the call and quickly checked out Echoview Magazine's website. The article about Shay was also there and I smirked when I read the headline right above a picture of her standing inside her office with a file in her hand, looking to the side; 'SAN FRANCISCO'S GOLDEN GIRL SECRETLY WORKING AT CARTWRIGHT & EVANS HOLDINGS!'

He raised his hand, and everyone quieted down, including the music. "That's Apollo. Gold Tooth's right-hand man. The one who gave me this location," Boraz pointed at a young-looking man with spiked purple hair like a rock artiste. I nodded my head, taking note of him. "We go way back, this asshole and I. I remember when all we had was a dream to have this life - the American dream!" he laughed. "We fucking did it!" "Yeah!" Some in the crowd acknowledged. "So, to better days, my friend," Gold Tooth raised a glass. "And to more fuck filled days where you'd cum harder!"

“Then you should know who the majority shareholder of Grand Arcadia Mall is.” His expression shifted. Subtly, but unmistakably. Victoria snapped, impatient. “Stop stalling. Saying random things won’t save you.” I ignored her. “This brooch,” I continued, “is an imitation of Cartier’s limited-edition ‘Heart of the Ocean’ from last fall. Only three were made worldwide. Each one has its own anti-counterfeit marker, and a unique microchip code.” A bead of sweat slid down Mr. Collins’s temple. “As the manager of the most exclusive mall in Silverbrook, I’m sure you’re far more familiar with luxury authentication than I am.”

"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."

He wasn’t going to touch her. He laughed softly. “Bold,” he said. “Stupid, but bold.” Then he moved, at first he was in front of me but the next, he was at my side. He strode to Orion, hooked his arm under the man’s shoulder, and lifted him up as if Orion weighed nothing. Orion kicked and cursed, trying to wrench free, but Roger’s grip didn’t even twitch. “You’re worth a lot, Vale,” Roger said, turning him I could hear. “Silverfang put a banner on your head. A million coins. Quite the price.” He let the words hang, smiled. “Tempting.”

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

Gold. What did he expect from rogues? He wasn’t surprised at that. Everyone knows rogues work for gold. He had seen the Midnight pack work with rogues before too. He saw the bags of gold his old pack offered. But the two other people who have Gavin now aren't working for gold. Gavin knows. They’re not. From where he was curled up on the ground, he tried lifting his head towards the direction of the voices. They’re quite far, voices muffled. Gavin strained his ears to hear them better, even attempting to push himself towards them.