Novel & Cerita Gold Roger Hat

10' and muscled to the hilt, his shoulders so wide he only just fit through a standard sized door way. Roger worked out a lot and aimed to look imposing and threatening, even when he was just standing around doing nothing. His bla k hair was a little on the long side but easily swept back with some hair gel, as it was now. All the she-wolves walking past him were smiling and batting their lashes at him. He knew he was considered devilishly handsome, with his straight nose, square jaw line and apparently kissable lips, not too thin, not too fat one-she wolf had told him and she'd spent most of her time kissing him, when they'd spent the night together. He also boasted unnaturally long black e

‘Of course, you do. “Alpha, shall we postpone the meeting as you seem to be…” My eyes snapped to him. Opposite me sat a big sturdy man with dark brown skin and a bald head. The hair that should’ve been on his face was on his chin. He had tattoos in random places on his skin and one of his eyes was white. The second one was a reminder that Roger’s eyes used to be hickory brown. The singlet on him was clean but it wouldn’t be for long after what I’d send him to do today.

And deep down, I prayed I hadn’t just shot myself in the leg. Minutes later, the guards returned. One carried a small chest, another held a bundle of cash and then some jewelry. Then I saw it. Abd without being told, I knew it had to be the heirloom. It was a silver locket with a diamond-encrusted pendant. Among the things found were Roger’s singlets and shoes. Everyone stared in disbelief.

The poor man was beaten up terribly. The leader of the group was a man in a yellow jacket. He had multiple ear studs on both his ears and there was a cigarette hanging on his mouth. The scar on his face that resembled a centipede looked terrifying. The man was King Kong, Gold Tooth’s best hitman.

If those people in the outside world found out that one of the Eight Great War Gods of the Shadow Squadron accompanied a little girl to play house, it would definitely cause a great uproar within the external forces! These people, wherever they went, were definitely the existence of a mammoth! Roger and Wynn watched as these people fooled around. The former turned to Wynn and said, “I haven’t given you anything yet, so I’ll give this to you.” With that said, Roger took out something from his pocket—a palm-sized token of pure gold. The front was carved with obscure and deep lines with the picture of a dragon soaring into the sky. On the back, there were two words engraved in an ancient script

He has a hard, closed face, but shows a frank surprise when he recognizes us. "Alpha Elliot, Alpha Alice. What are you doing here?" I sniff discreetly and notice that a lot of Silvers are guarding their border. "Are you afraid of an attack?" I ask. He pretends not to understand and Alice cuts him off. "What's your name?" "Roger." "Roger, we can see that the guard has doubled. We're Alphas, our hearing and eyesight are much better, but why the caution? We thought the rogues had fled."

And sitting right on top of it? Roger Death. Just as arrogant and satisfied with himself. He hopped down from the dragon and dusted off his coat like the trip inconvenienced him. “Lucien Silver,” he said without greeting, “if you summon me one more time without warning, I’ll feed you to the wyrms and not even your crown will be found.” I rolled my eyes. “There’s no need to be dramatic,” I replied casually. “I had news.” Roger’s brows twitched downward, irritation already rising.

The dimly lit room felt heavy with tension. Aurora could almost taste the scent of cigars and aged whiskey clinging to the air. The club’s private lounge was secluded—designed for deals made in whispers and sealed with blood. Across from her, lounging like a king on a velvet armchair, sat Ruel Gaviez—the son of the infamous Mafia leader, Rafael Gaviez. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips as he swirled a glass of brandy in his hand.

He had just returned from the battlefield with his silver armor on, but his helmet and gauntlets were off, and he was wearing a red robe to symbolise Victory. His body is more robust than in the legend, even under the armor, I can feel the strong muscles of his broad chest. His entire body is taut, and I could imagine his hard muscles bulging against his armor while fighting against the Golden Dragon. He coldly scanned the guests at the venue, sneered disdainfully, and walked to the middle seat reserved for him. In a regal and happy tone, the queen said, "You're finally here. You are our hero today, Nuri Rodriguez, and you have saved the entire kingdom."

was wondering how much of that was actually true. “You said my dad brought me here days later?” I asked her trying to make sense of things. “Yes Rouge, it was days later; I think he tried to make it work but I could tell him was losing his strength, he wasn’t eating because he needed to stay with you and he knew you both wouldn’t make it if things continued the way they were.” Rose answered me, her gentle voice was soft as she spoke. “Did you know much about him Rose?” I asked wanting to know more. “No sadly they weren’t here long, I wanted to know him more but it was hard in the pack at that time. I truly believe if we hadn’t been at war things might have been different but the Alpha at th