Gold Roger Hat Novels & Stories

Sargis I was emotionless. The heavy fabric of my ceremonial robe was adorned with intricate golden embroidery that seemed to ripple like liquid gold in the light, creating a stunning contrast against the deep, royal purple that enveloped my form. This vibrant hue cascaded dramatically behind me, flowing like a regal banner that signified both honor and the immense burden of my duty. Resting atop my head, the crown was a masterful creation, its sharp edges caught the light in a way that made it seem almost alive, sparkling with a fierce radiance. Each jagged point and gem told a story of power, forged in the deep crucible of bloodshed and steeped in the weight of ancient legacies.

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.

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!"

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.

"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.

God, how have we held them back for so long? How have we – “Hey,” Roger snaps, making me turn hastily to look up into his serious face. All signs of the mourning father whose son is missing are gone as he presses a gun holster into my hands. No, he’s all General now. “You don’t worry about them, okay? You leave the worrying to me. You just do your little magic show, baby trouble. We’ll handle the rest.” I nod to him, glancing down at holster with the single handgun already loaded inside. I mean, it’s a nice gun, but… “Can’t I have a bigger one?”

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.