Gold Roger Hat Novels & Stories

Three years ago, after fighting his way through a hail of bullets to secure control of the Southmi port, Rocco had sketched the design himself. He said the ruby was his true heart—proof of his absolute loyalty to me, and a symbol of my future as his Donna. He had given me many more expensive gifts over the years, but this was the only one I always wore. Now, Vivian was publicly demanding this heart. Rocco frowned and gave a low shout: "Vivian, stop messing around. That ruby is out of style. If you want jewelry, I'll buy you something better." In that reprimand, there wasn't much anger, only indulgence.

Frowning at the scene in front of him, something caught the attention of master Xavier as then he became confused there then. “Gold?” Master Xavier uttered while looking ahead, laid on the table on the other side of them were heavy gold presented in display. Being decorated on huge trays of 11, gold bars shined brightly. As if those were gifted by someone as a formality? Such gestures mostly happens in the case of marriages... “Right, those are sent by King Louis!” Prince Rogan shrugged off with a light chuckle as master Xavier looked back at his boon friend only to see him owning an easy mood.

he gives me a cold smile, "Do your worst, Orion. Do.your.worst." My face blazes with more heat, and I land another punch on his face again. "You!" I yell, giving him more punches. He does nothing but smile like a maniac. "You want to kill me, right? Kill me. Whether I'm alive or not, you still won't lay a finger on her." My guards arrive with the silver comb. A double crescent shaped metal with uneven poisoned spikes. In my rage, I fling the comb from them, and peel off the skin from Roger's back with one fluid motion.

His expression was flat and cold. “Who are you?” I asked, breathless. They didn’t answer. Before I could press further, the low growl of a powerful engine cut through the air. A sleek black car pulled up, its headlights casting long shadows across the scene. The back window lowered with a soft hum. Rodger. He sat there like a king on his throne, cigarette between his fingers, dressed in a midnight black suit, and that same familiar smirk playing on his lips. It was the smirk that had once made my skin crawl—and still did.

Draco turned his head curiously and Rio nodded slowly as if he wasn't too sure. “Alpha, I'm not sure but I think this is one of the bandit members of the Rogues…” “What? How do you know?” Largo asked him impatiently. “Like I said, the clothes he's wearing aren't that unfamiliar. They wore thick coats of wild animal fur that were made by amateur hands. And there were these golds in his pockets.” Rio showed two bags of gold which he had been holding. “You got these bags from this corpse?” Declan took the wet bag and it was true that there were lots of gold coins in it.

He saw a rogue in ripped clothes bearing skulls and bones, more like in Gothic fashion. Beside him another rogue stood, he was huger, and looked dangerous than any rogue he had ever seen. He wore golden rings in the shape of a skull. His ten fingers were covered with rings, his bare arms head cross bones tattoos with a giant Python head and a nicked woman with long hair.

He had his expensive silver wrist watch that cost several billion dollars at his wrist and he had a stud on his ear. His brow was darkened and it fit his long lashes perfectly and a little red lipgloss was added to his lip. He also had a chain around his neck, Capital Gold was customized on it and he topped it with a flavoring scent that could capture women's heart, Vanilla. He entered his red Audi R8 and his driver drove straight to the conference. Before Gold would leave the hotel, he was glancing at someone particular spot, maybe his glance will catch his but the person hiss on sighting him.

Roger looked deep into Harvey’s eyes. “Get ready, then.” Roger took a step forward and pounced right at Harvey. He spun, then threw a punch straight at Harvey’s chest. The seemingly simple attack was as quick as lightning. The air crackled as soon as Roger threw his punch forward. Harvey started to get a little interested after seeing that. To make a simple punch seem that strong, Roger was a talented man. If Harvey were to teach Roger, the man would surely have a chance to become a King of Arms, maybe even a God of War.

Kylian’s POV “Mr. K, are you sure you want to attend Princess Della’s inauguration dinner in Wakeland?” Roger tried to clarify. The monotonous voice of a warrior echoed from the other end of the call. Swiveling my chair away from my window, I smiled with confidence. “Of course.” I’ve never been more sure in my life. Roger was one of the great warriors whom I encountered at one battle I’ve been in. I saved his life from being a rogue, and in return, he vowed to be my agent even when he only saw my wolf and never my human form.

"Who is this lady? What is her name?" The thug gulped, his eyes darting to the spinning knife in Roger’s hand. "She... she didn't give a name. She was very careful and she paid us in cash, thousands of dollars in an envelope. She wore big sunglasses and a hat, but I could tell she was wealthy. She smelled like expensive perfume." Roger stopped twirling the knife. He leaned forward, the tip of the blade pointing directly at the thug’s nose. He didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes said he was losing his patience.