Gold Roger Hat Novels & Stories

King Kong answered immediately. Gold Tooth dared not keep any more secrets as well, so he added, “Master Lee, it’s actually Roger Hilfinger. He’s trying to avenge his son.” “Will you still serve him if I release you?” Kaze asked. Gold Tooth trembled. “No! I will never listen to that man anymore!” Even though he did not know Kaze’s real identity and the Tiger Fangs coming here on a phone call because the residential district had been restricted, he saw how Shin saluted and respected Kaze. There was no way he would defy or offend Kaze anymore.

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

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."

He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right. Maggie ‘Smoke' Rollins was Willow's choice for personal protection. With her dark red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, she looked like a sexy cartoon character. But her list of qualifications was as long as my right leg. Her Australian accent was a lilting song of obscenities and inventive epithets I'd never heard before. "You know their call signs. I'm Roger," the man in the front called. As bland a call sign as his descriptions. He had medium brown hair, dark eyes, and ruddy skin. The thing that saved him from sinking into obscurity was the light in his eyes.

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.

Or is it just a contest in disguise set up to keep only the strongest? “Let's enjoy this peaceful feeling a little more; a little more will be gone,” Roger added. “That year, I went to Rose to rob another team’s flag, but I wanted to try and find it myself this time.” Evelyn pursed her lips. "Robbing someone else's act like it's proud." “My teammate, do you forget so quickly? When you rush out and hit other people, I can see that you are very excited.” Roger sarcastically. I laughed; imagining their appearance at that time was interesting.