Gold Roger Hat Novels & Stories

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.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

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.

Roger grins at me from beyond my mate. “Oh, she’s ready,” Roger laughs. “She’s been waiting to get her hands on that crown for weeks now.” “Don’t be jealous, Roger,” I say, raising my chin at him and pretending to be haughty. “Just because you don’t get a crown.” “It’s true,” he sighs, pretending grief. “I just get a stupid necklace.” “It’s a livery collar,” Cora sighs, rolling her eyes and moving to his side, looping her arm in his. “If you call it a necklace again I’m going to smack you.”

However, Goldie did it to change his brother and make him become a qualified heir to the Rogers family. “G-Goldie, are you telling the truth?” “If you think about it from my perspective, you will know if it is true. Ten years ago, the Rogers family was peaceful and prosperous, so why did Grandpa suddenly do this? It was to cultivate an heir that could lead the family in surviving the upcoming turbulent times.

"Truth is… if she wants to burn every last dollar to keep it out of your hands… I'd call that money well spent." Roger's expression twisted. His mask of concern slipped entirely now, replaced by simmering hatred. But Ullysis wasn’t finished. "Or… were you hoping she'd hand over her shares to you first, so you could protect them?" His words dripped with disdain. "You're quite the noble father." Roger's fists clenched at his sides. For a moment, neither man spoke. Then Roger asked, voice sharp with suspicion, "So… you have no intention of stopping her?"

Princess in the illusion of their greed? “Haha, you completely underestimate the power of beauty, my friend” Roger suddenly laughed in response. He shook his head slowly as he continued. “This time I will give you 1 million, next time there are such goods remember to give me first priority” “Haha, that’s for sure! Then one million it is, deal?” Beta Miguel replied. “Deal,” Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s.