Gold D Roger Novels & Stories

Princess in the illusion of their greed? “Haha, you completely underestimate the power of beauty, my friend” Roger suddenly laughed in response. He shook his head slowly as he continued. “This time I will give you 1 million, next time there are such goods remember to give me first priority” “Haha, that’s for sure! Then one million it is, deal?” Beta Miguel replied. “Deal,” Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s.

"But they all claim to be wealthy heirs on their profiles... Could it be that you guys are taking turns renting this watch?" Jack's face flushed red and then turned pale, his eyes glaring at me as if he wanted to devour me alive. Yes, I used to be simple-minded. Not only would I not have exposed him in public in the past, but I would even have been grateful to him for ‘testing’ my gold digger girlfriends for me.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

There was no way on earth I was going to willingly allow my first semester get ruined by this- ‘’Why if I may ask?’’ Professor Rogers' voice broke into my thoughts again. ‘’Umm, it's just that, um um just that-’’ ‘’Professor Rogers, Miss Gold here-’’ ‘’Silver’’ I corrected Henry but I felt he did that on purpose. ‘’Sorry my bad. Miss Silver here has no problem with getting paired with me shes just overwhelmed and excited that-’’ ‘’Will you shut up, why would I-’’

“You’re late.” “I was exactly on time,” Daniel said. “Noon is late. Eleven-fifty is on time.” She went away. Eleanor wrapped both hands around the mug. The coffee was, in fact, not burnt. It was very good — dark and clean, no theatrics. She said so. “Marlene roasts her own,” Daniel said. “She’d die before she’d tell you that, though. She doesn’t want the compliment.” “What does she want?” He thought about it. “For people to come back.”

I drove rideshare for five years to support my girlfriend. Then a car put me in the hospital, and she pointed at me and said: "We're just friends." Overseas, hanging off her rich new boyfriend, she looked down at me and said, "Blake didn't mean to hit you. Quit while you're ahead, take the money, and get lost." I smiled, grabbed him by the hair, and put his head into the wall. After they deported me, the Ride-to-Real-Estate System woke up in my head. A few years later I was the richest man in the world, living off rent, and the gold digger came crawling back. "You got even more handsome." My new little sister laughed out loud. "Honestly, I'm jealous of her complexion. She lays it on s

It was a live video transmission routing directly from a private, ultra-exclusive penthouse suite in the heart of the city. A sleek, impeccably tailored billionaire—a rival tycoon who had been quietly backing her father's offshore debts from the shadows—appeared on the screen. He held a glass of dark scotch, his expression entirely cold as he looked directly at Vivian's soot-stained form through the camera link.

Kendrick's famous grin returned. “Coward,” I muttered. “Of course he would–” Kendrick abruptly rose from where he was seated on the sofa. “I sense Ragnar.” I sniffed the air, but couldn't smell nor sense him. “How do you know?” “I have stronger senses, Noelani. I'm a beta.” He stopped in the middle of the room. “Be quiet,” he whispered, placing his index finger over his lips. Immediately I sensed Ragnar, my heart slammed hard against my chest and my tummy churned. If he finds out, it could be the end for me, or most importantly Kendrick.

I swear I didn't take anything! I snatched my watch from his grasp and pointed to the bling. "Each one of these diamonds is worth 10 million bucks, Henry. You're in deep trouble." In the chaos of his panic, Henry blurted out something stupid in front of Rowena. "Ms. Smith, I'm begging you. Please help me. Jayden and Clara were an item for four years. They're still not over each other. "He's all wrong for you. If you choose me, I'll be loyal, I promise!"

“Things have already happened, and that can no longer be changed anymore. Prince Roger’s goal has always been the Goldmanns, and the de Armas were just a pawn in his game of chess to deal with the Goldmanns.” “Then what about you and Nolan? What about the hatred that you have against him?” She laughed disdainfully. “Is it just because you’ve grown addicted to being Roger’s lackey?” Daniel tut-tutted, stepped forward, walked up to Maisie, and looked at her indignant expression. “Ms. Vanderbilt, you’re trying to extract so much information out of me, are you trying to buy yourself some time so that others can come to save you?”