Gold Roger Romane & Geschichten

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.

Rodger almost spat at Rick before saying "You are the reason my friend Robin Wright is in prison! You are also the reason I and my business associates are loosing money hand over fist the world over! You deserve nothing less than death!" Old Wilson spoke up at that moment. "My Young Master was targeted by your friend Robin Wright! He went so far as to hire an assasin to kill Master Green! Does that mean that my Young Master should have just let himself be killed? You are the most despicable creature! All of your actions are for the love of money, nothing else!" Rodger shouted "The whole world is run on the love of money! I am no different from you in that regard. Are you really saying that m

In a clearing in the woods, I saw three figures, one was on their knees, and on closer look, it looked like a man clutching at his neck which was oozing blood. My eyes were drawn to the remaining two figures. One was a smaller frame that seemed to be battling the larger one. I didn’t know what was happening, or who the good or the bad guy was. The smaller person however appeared to be holding their own. I realized it was a safe bet to assume this person was the one in danger even though it didn’t look that way. Just as I decided to help, the big guy stumbled backward and fell with a loud thud. This small fellow had managed to disperse these two huge guys all on their own. To say I was impres

The highest number of men I’ve taken down in a single battle is fifteen… and they were not ordinary Sigmas. “You’re Roger, aren’t you?” There was silence again before he spoke. “The Beta of the Silverclaw Pack.” I smirked, licking my lips. “Well, let me tell you something… Roger. If you are so strong and so boast-y about how powerful you are, why not go for Alpha? You should be second to none.” He let out profound roar-y laughter. “Only a fool would challenge the Alpha of Silverclaw.” “And only a coward would not.”

The dimly lit room felt heavy with tension. Aurora could almost taste the scent of cigars and aged whiskey clinging to the air. The club’s private lounge was secluded—designed for deals made in whispers and sealed with blood. Across from her, lounging like a king on a velvet armchair, sat Ruel Gaviez—the son of the infamous Mafia leader, Rafael Gaviez. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips as he swirled a glass of brandy in his hand.

Or is it just a contest in disguise set up to keep only the strongest? “Let's enjoy this peaceful feeling a little more; a little more will be gone,” Roger added. “That year, I went to Rose to rob another team’s flag, but I wanted to try and find it myself this time.” Evelyn pursed her lips. "Robbing someone else's act like it's proud." “My teammate, do you forget so quickly? When you rush out and hit other people, I can see that you are very excited.” Roger sarcastically. I laughed; imagining their appearance at that time was interesting.

"You and Jate Woods crippled my useless little brother of mine, yet you haven't recognized me?" Realization dawned on Rogers and his eyes widened. "You're from the Brown family?" Randy brown claps his hands approvingly. "Congratulations, you're correct! As your reward, you get one opponent." Turning to snake, he ordered coldly. "Kill him. Make it slow!" "Yes, sir!" Snake move towards Rogers with a blank look on his face, then a black dagger slowly slid out from his sleeves is slipping into his right hand. At the rainbow shopping mall.