Gold Roger Hat Novels & Stories

Better to accept his fiction and file away the truth for future use. "The gifts," I said. "Show me." Relief flickered across his weathered face as he gestured for his men to bring the cases forward. The Berettas were excellent—better than the ones he had originally provided. The sapphire necklace was genuine, probably worth six figures on the legitimate market. "For your assistant," Ruggero said, nodding toward the necklace. "A token of my regret for any discomfort my men's actions may have caused her." "Noted."

The aura, spirit, vibe and ethereal air surrounding him is enough to make them want to bow and praise him like the royal guards are doing from the other end whilst letting the uniformed securities do their work of guarding him. His sight is like those you would want to bow down at just to worship. The man is wearing biscotti coloured set kaftan and babban riga embroidered like those of royalty. Yes, that complicated intricates only royals could afford doing. His Zannah Bukar cap has almost matching embroidery but slightly different to make it match up down to the Rolex clasped around his left wrist, beautiful golden watch it is.

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.

"No matter what, I'm the only person who can contact this team in Country R. I control the deal. Right now, the greatest opportunity for Towering High to rise again is to advance this AI project. Thus, this is my bargaining chip. I won't lose to him." Hearing Patrick's words, I felt at ease. Soon, Roger bought the foods back and put them in the kitchen before leaving. But soon he returned. He took out a big box at the top of the wardrobe and threw it on the ground. "What's this?" Patrick and I stood by his side, feeling confused. Roger smiled naughtily and opened the box. There were pieces of wrapped new clothes in it. There were cards on these clothes. The cards showed the style of the clot

With that, Angel spun around and decked Ric, who was her second in command. “You know I can’t! We need this and Rosa has the beauty he needs. Stop saying foolish things!” Ric rubbed his arm, watching his sister huff away. She couldn’t afford to be foolish, but she was a fool indeed, he thought if she ignored her gut on this.

Mrs Sango smiled while running her fingertips on the art. “That is not all, I also got you these diamond earrings to go with your beautiful skin.” “Oh you shouldn't have.” Mrs Sango expressed her joy by hugging her. “What the fuck is this?” Everyone turned to look at Rodrigo and he wore an annoyed look. “What game are you guys playing? It's fucking disgusting.” Rodrigo said in a menacing voice. “Rodrigo, don't be mean. At least someone had the conscience to give me something.” That was obviously directed at me. Maybe I should've gotten her something, but I instantly started to feel horrible.

The goon said to Roger. I don’t understand. What is going on? Why is Roger here and why is he dressed like that? What the hell is going on? "You’re right, I have nothing left to lose." Roger furrowed his eyebrow and punched the face of the goon and turned to the bodyguards behind him, with a nod, they understood what he meant. They walked toward the goon and were about to punch him but he raced them to that. I pinned my body against the wall to prevent them from hitting me while fighting.

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.

She was always clinging to him like he was a fashion accessory that must go everywhere with her and she treated him like an object, not a person. Roger felt like he was finally breathing for the first time in his life and the fight in the arena was the perfect distraction. He checked the kitchen, the library, and the training halls, but he still didn't see Jamie. He was starting to feel sad and was about to give up and go back to his room before Sylvia caught him when he mistakenly bumped into a guard. The guard was wearing a Frostpine uniform, with the symbol of a frozen tree on his shoulder. Roger stumbled back and quickly apologized. "I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," Ro

Roger's eyes sparkled even more, very tempted. But in the end, he resisted the temptation. "No, it's not necessary. I can get my own equipment." Charles took another mouthful of food. "It's a skin gift pack." "Skin... skin gift pack..." Roger widened his eyes in disbelief. "Such a precious gift, you want to give it to me?" Charles countered, "Well, do you want it or not?" In the end, Roger couldn't resist the temptation and eagerly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes! Of course, I want such a precious gift!"