Gold Roger Novels & Stories

It almost wiped out that desolate area. Roger : *smirks* calm down Mr Tiger, I always have a reason for doing things. Victor: do not call me that when we're not in the Boss empire Roger: *laughs* anyway I'm sure Boss will be pleased with me cause I sent two packages to the president. Victor: whatever, just don't do anything that will make you stand out Roger : of course I know that Victor: better, I'll meet you guys later today *hangs up*

"Don't. You don't get to decide who risks themselves for you. That's our choice. We chose." Before I could answer, a figure dropped from the trees at the edge of the clearing. Lean and fast, with shaggy black hair and a permanent smirk that was missing tonight. Rook. He landed in the snow with barely a sound and straightened, brushing ice from his sleeves. "Big Bast," Rook said, and his voice had none of its usual sarcasm. "I've been tracking your Elder Voss. The creepy one with the dead eyes." Kellan stepped out of the tent. "What did you find?"

His eyes, when he looked up, were the specific gray of the river on an overcast day. “Help you?” he said. “I need gas,” Eleanor said. “And possibly your least condescending pump attendant.” He blinked. Then, slowly, he smiled. It was not the practiced smile of the men she knew — the smile calibrated for networking events and charity galas. It was the smile of someone who had been caught off guard by something genuinely funny. “That would be me,” he said. “And I’ll try to contain my judgment.” His name was Daniel Marsh. She learned this from the name stitched on his shirt, and later confirmed it when she handed him her credit card and he handed it back and said, “It went through. I’m Daniel,

Roger entered college at eleven and graduated at fourteen with not only his Bachelor’s degree but also with his business under his father, Giovanni Dawson’s name. By fourteen, he was the richest kid alive, and when he turned eighteen, he became the youngest billionaire CEO. Roger never appeared anywhere as Molly’s son from the age of ten to protect him from enemies. Even though he was tough enough to confront the mafia, his parents believed it was important to guide him towards a path of peace to overcome the shadows of his past.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

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

Roger is a good friend of Grace they know each other, then how can he. What fuck is going on? Where is my Grace? Please God let her be safe? " Explain! " I said fisting my hand. " Roger lied to you all. He lied to Grace and befriend her so he can get her. " " But, why he did that? Does his family also involve Mafia just like Josh? " Ian asked. " He himself is Mafia.... Roger's full name is Roger McOwen. The only son of Boris McOwen. " Boris's son? But he said..

Sinclair I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside. “So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious. “What?” I ask, half turning to him in my confusion. “To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb –“

As I was about to stepped into the comfort room, I heard Roger talking to someone. “Okay, don’t worry no one would knows about it. A drop of that liquid into his food could kill him but the more the better, all right?” “But Roger, just make sure ‘cause I don’t wanna get caught.” There was a loud thud in one of the doors in the comfort room. “Are you gonna do it or not?” “Okay. Okay. Prepare the money, all right?” Roger chuckled softly. “Don’t worry the five million dollars has been with me since I withdrawn it and it’s in my locker now. My offer is a one-time only, do you get it? Can you get my crutches?”

Vishnu looked at Roger with a murderous gaze, "Watch your words!" "Uncle Vishnu must have been fooled by Yusa's appearance wearing branded and expensive clothes!! Actually, Yusa is just a poor man pretending to be rich!! He's not Mr. Wei!! How can Uncle believe his boast that he claims to be Mr. Wei, director of Royal Corp. !?" "Shut your mouth Roger!! before I tell security to throw you out!!" Roger clenched his fists, "Uncle Vishnu, I'm not bragging, Yusa has indeed played a trick on Uncle!!"