Gold Roger Hat Novels & Stories

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

"When I have free time, I will visit him." Roger didn't answer, just nodded. Roger is a person who is good at hiding his emotions, except for the first day he hears about Erza; the next day, he returns to his normal appearance. Fun to talk to, still teasing Evelyn, but she didn't bother to fight or fight with him. At first glance, Roger may be heartless, but few people understand that he wants to bring some air to everyone. Last night, I caught him sitting by the riverside, his eyes so brooding that he didn't know I was standing behind him.

Roger said furiously, grabbing his father by the collar of his shirt. “Roger, let him go.” “I’m done waiting. I want you to give me the presidency you promised me.” “You lost that when you proved to me that you were nothing but a damn traitor and a thief. We found out about all the money and jewelry you secretly took from the company.” “I didn’t steal anything because all of it was mine in the first place, so I could take whatever I wanted whenever I wanted,” Roger shouted, shoving the older man hard. George lost his balance and hit his head on the desk.

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.

He gave her a large grin and introduced himself. “Hi, Miranda isn’t it? I’m Roger.” Miranda took his outstretched hand and greeted him. “Sorry I haven’t said hello before, I tend to be out on digs a lot or cleaning some of the items off down in our lab.” He pointed to the coin. “Amazing isn’t it? How intact that one has remained?”

As the final one was about to hit Olivia, a hand reached at from the barrier before it diminishes. Revealing himself to be a humanoid made with turquoise skin, fins for ears and large yellow eyes. The young folklore was a green cadet uniform, similar to Scott’s only with a white streak in the middle and a red Scarf around his neck. On the left side of his chest laid a red “L” shaped badge. “Roge Nest,” Scott smirked. “It’s been a while.” “Missed you too, Nollax,” Roge said as the spear shattered in his hand.

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.

ROGER “Boss, Bullet was spotted in a bank earlier this morning.” Zain said, showing Roger a photo of the man, who wore a black hooded jacket, which covered his face from hidden cameras. “That fucking piece of shit!p I want you to send some men to find him and bring him to me as soon as you can!” Roger growled at his personal bodyguard. “I'm on it, boss." Zain said as he bolted out of Roger's office, immediately.

"Hailey, who was that just now?" As everyone speculated, a man dressed as a black-suited assistant got out of a Ferrari, holding an Armani bag. He first went to the director, handed over a business card, and then went to deliver the clothes to Roger. "Mr. Wild?" The director looked shocked at the name on the business card. Roger's face rarely appeared in the media, but his name was well-known in the international upper class. He was a renowned Italian entrepreneur and investor. Rumor had it that Roger's background went far beyond his status in the business world.