Gold Roger Novels & Stories

With that, he left without another word. When Rodger got back to his suite, he sat for a while to think about his plan. He had to get this right, because he would only get one shot at it. Since Mr. Green had never seen him before, Rodger thought that he could get away with posing as a real estate agent, and try to lure Mr. Green into a trap. His thought was to arrange a meeting to see a particular piece of property that Mr. Green was interested in, and then dispose of him there and then. No one would be the wiser, and he would leave the country that same day. His only problem at that time was how to get hold of a hand gun. His plan called for Mr. Green to die by gun fire. He wanted it to loo

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.

I turn back to Roger. "So… is there any way I can help you?" I ask, in the most polite way ever. "Do you know who I am?" He retorts Do I have to? "I don't think I do" I shake my head with a warm fuckin faux smile. "I am Roger banks… Ring a bell?" His dying voice sounds proud enough. "Not really" I shake my head, getting nervous now. Cause he's walking closer. I immediately walk towards the table beside us. "Really? What? Did you not grow up in the city?"

Frowning at the scene in front of him, something caught the attention of master Xavier as then he became confused there then. “Gold?” Master Xavier uttered while looking ahead, laid on the table on the other side of them were heavy gold presented in display. Being decorated on huge trays of 11, gold bars shined brightly. As if those were gifted by someone as a formality? Such gestures mostly happens in the case of marriages... “Right, those are sent by King Louis!” Prince Rogan shrugged off with a light chuckle as master Xavier looked back at his boon friend only to see him owning an easy mood.

“But it’s what keeps them alive. The Silver Fang pack has managed to avoid conflict by never staying in one place for too long. They’re hard to track, and even harder to corner. If you ever need information, Yuki is the one to go to, but don’t expect her to give it away for free.” Theo sat back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the map of Europe pinned to the wall behind him. His finger slowly traced the outline of the British Isles before coming to rest near London. "The Golden Forest Pack," he began, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and respect, "is one of the oldest and most prestigious packs in Europe. Their territory lies just outside London, where the ancient forests still hold

He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right. Maggie ‘Smoke' Rollins was Willow's choice for personal protection. With her dark red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, she looked like a sexy cartoon character. But her list of qualifications was as long as my right leg. Her Australian accent was a lilting song of obscenities and inventive epithets I'd never heard before. "You know their call signs. I'm Roger," the man in the front called. As bland a call sign as his descriptions. He had medium brown hair, dark eyes, and ruddy skin. The thing that saved him from sinking into obscurity was the light in his eyes.