Gold Roger Novels & Stories

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

The aura he was emitting wasn’t that of an ordinary wolf but someone with rank. I slid out from under the bed, dusting off my clothes, before lifting my chin. I turned to look at him through the sides of my eyes, cautious. “Ragnar sent you, didn’t he?” I folded my arms across my chest, waiting for his response. “I’ve never seen a living room left in such a disaster,” he tsked, pushing himself back to his feet. "By the way, my name is Kendrick. And you are?” he extended his hand for a handshake.

“Well…very few people know my real name. If I tell you, you have to swear not to speak it outside of circles where everyone knows. Right now, with me, you and Brax, it’s fine but when we are around others, you use my code name. I know it’s annoying and confusing but it is necessary. Promise me.” The severity came through in the man’s tone and only made Adira more curious about his past. What had happened to him? Why was his name such a big secret? What kind of ‘missions’ did he go on that created such a risk? It was like the longer she spoke to him, the more questions arose, and that thought frustrated her to no end. “I promise.” He searched her eyes with his own, checking for any hint of h

Roger nodded excitedly, his eyes going to Serena. "Serena, you've heard it, this Mr. Roy of ours is a big rich businessman, if you follow him, you'll be able to eat fragrant food and drink spicy food in the future." Serena raised her eyebrows and deliberately ruffled her hair, "Is it hard to believe that Mr. Roy is going to be here? I don't even know how many women Mr. Roger has brought back, looking at you Mr. Roy, you look like a decent man, you can't afford to pay for the hotel, right?"

“I have men that aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty if you need the assistance. I simply want to help.” I nod, and Roger shows him to the door. As soon as he’s gone, I pour myself a generous amount of scotch. Tough kid, rough around the edges even with all his posturing in that suit and expensive haircut. Certainly somebody I’d prefer to call an ally than an enemy. When Roger returns, he immediately launches into the earful he's dying to give me. “We didn't need him to tell us it was Jack. I think it was obvious from the beginning that he’s behind this shit.”

Roger swallowed hard “I’m an Orwell. We use justice, it don't uses us. I can’t go through a humiliation like being arrested.” “I’m not the type to keep my promises, Roger.” She crossed her arms, staring at her new ally with disdain “Just keep in mind that I won't be merciful if you break yours.”

Standing, I give a stretch and then begin to move, being sure to stay in the shadows until I’m close enough to hear what is going on inside the room he disappeared into. “Did you bring it?” A deep, gruff voice asks. “O-of course,” he stammers. Extending my senses further, I listen as the sounds of something being placed on a table can be heard. Once it is in place, multiple clicks follow. “These are the routes.” “Good, good,” the gruff voice chuckles. “It seems that Roger pulled through as promised.” “Of course, he is a man of his word and can be trusted.” I had to let out a huff of amusement over hearing that. Trusted. That man wasn’t loyal to any damn body.

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

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.