Gold Roger Novels & Stories

I whispered. The healer finally gave me a genuine smile. "Thank you, Silver." "Kendra." "What?" He looked puzzled. "Silver is my wolf. My name is Kendra." "Well then, it's lovely to meet you, Kendra. I wish it were under better circumstances." Skye stood, letting my hand go, and rolled up his sleeves. "Now then, what do you want to do about this baby? I can save it, or I can do nothing, and it will die."

43. Mr. Rogue King, can you kidnap me again please? Rogue's POV "I thought you're going to show me a real bang bang weapon." I chuckled and feigned to take an aim with the new glock in my hand a supplier claimed would impress me. "But this is a toy gun and might kill some flies if not a few men." I chuckled again as it came undone in my hand, in several parts, as I pulled the trigger. The supplier that pestered me for a fucking month just to have a meeting with me trembled. He wiped the trail of sweat on his forehead.

Roger looked at the guards with guns in front of him with a faint sneer and said, “Morrow, how much chance of victory do you think you have?” Morrow glanced at the Black Gold Rose guards next to Roger and said, “50 percent.”

Juan Seated on the couch, my leg shakes with anticipation as I await an important call. The doorbell interrupts my thoughts, and my loyal man, Roger, enters, standing silently before me. "Roger, what is it? Did you find them?" I inquire eagerly. With a single nod, he informs me that he has located a few jewelry shops. But then, his next words sent a chill down my spine. "Tyler Williams is planning to sell the rest of those jewels in an auction," he reveals.

Lord Gordon will come for you, and you'll regret everything you've done so far.” One of the rogues blurted. The name piqued my interest, I rose up. “Gordon? Who is this Gordon person and who declared him a Lord?” “He is the great Rogue leader, Your kind already tried to challenge him and he was barely breathing when Lord Gordon was done with him.” The rogue replied. “They must be talking about Beta Bron. And this Gordon person, what does he look like? Does he have a scar on his left eyebrow?” Garfield eagerly asked.

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.

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

"If you did, you would not be so confident right now. You'd be looking out that window, worrying." That caught Samir's attention, but he said nothing. "My husband is a member of the League of Rogues." Samir seemed a little confused. "Rogues? Does that not mean criminal?" "It means they do not play by the rules. I doubt you've ever heard of them. If you had, you would know what sort of man you are dealing with." Her captor's lips twitched, amused. "And what sort is that?" "A man who no doubt has already freed himself from your prison and is taking out the ship's crew one by one." She struggled to stand, still holding her dress together as she faced him boldly.

Franka's arrogant look made Razer very unhappy. "There are many things that science cannot prove. I was just speculating based on existing scientific theories." Franka really liked to see her best friend crumble in her hands, and said with a mean smile: "So?" "so...." Cross veins burst out on Razer's forehead, and a little thunder and lightning seemed to bloom from the dragon horns on both sides of his head. The two started their daily bickering again (1/1). Roger, who was supposed to be the protagonist , suddenly became a peripheral character. Looking at the two "living treasures" who were part-time losers across from him, Roger wanted to return to the necklace. It was so floating outside t

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.