Gold D Roger Ship Novels & Stories

I opened my heart and let the gold smoke flow through my arms. I clapped my hands together. A wave of pure, white light—the souls of a thousand Omegas—shot upward. It hit the golden ship like a tidal wave of stars. The ship’s artificial soul-engine groaned. The gold plating began to melt. The warriors on deck fell to their knees as the memories of the people they had killed flooded their minds. "The ship is going down!" Chloe screamed, grabbing onto the railing. "No!" Damon yelled, trying to hold the helm. "I am the King! I am the—"

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.

For some reasons Roger's sigh got deeper. “She left for the Northern Pack,” he said. “I'll head to the bank,” I told him. “I'll need to track the account those criminals used to receive the funds.” He said nothing. “Another thing,” I added, making it look as though I have forgotten to mention something important. “I noticed five hundred thousand gold coins missing from our account. I'll need to inform our inside man in the bank to track the funds.” “No need,” he snapped. “I know of it.”

“Say it.” “He’s on the Delta. He’s on a captain’s ship. I’m afraid it’ll be hard to deal with them.” Weston rubbed his brow. “Find a way to negotiate with them and take him back.” “Yes, sir.” After the call ended, Stella casually asked, “What’s wrong?” Weston did not hide the truth from her. “My men found Roger.” Stella pursed her lips. Obviously, the news excited her, but she refrained from showing her emotions.