Novel & Cerita Greg X Rodrick

Jackson's tone suddenly become cold and harsh. "No. It wasn't like that. Well, I mean it was, but it's not that simple. You don't understand," Erick spoke in a rush and there were tears in his eyes. I mean, there were actual tears as he replied. "You have sixty seconds to explain yourself before I come in there and kick the shit out of you myself," Jackson growled. I had noticed the fact his eyes were now an obvious shade of black and the way his fists were clenching and unclenching at his side was scary.

- *Roharu* -'Are you sure that Gregory was there by accident then?'- Xavier nods as Mei Li stands next to him. -'I was able to find out that he went there to meet another old member of the council. His name is Roderick, and he has been missing for two years.'-

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. "Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?" Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn't break in the process. "May the Creator be blessed, my lord," Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco's face. "My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate..." Draco's grip on Rodrik's biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps.

Theodore clenched his jaw as he stared intensely at the man who was slightly taller than him before a smile appeared on his face which obviously made the latter even more annoyed. “I’m Theodore Gasper, a sophomore. You’re James Rodrick, correct? Your father is Adam Rodrick, who works as a caregiver in Per Medical Center,” Theodore spoke with a small smile on his face. “I believe that it would be a waste of efforts for your father if he finds out that his only son is about to get a bad record on his school records which would affect his college application in the future while he’s busy spending a lot of sweat just to bring food on the table and pay for your tuition fee.”

I am just being a grateful brat because for once, I want to help my mom. Besides, Shane Croven is a woman with beauty. I actually find her amusing and interesting, she seems driven and that makes her different from all the women I dated before. It was nearly 4 pm when I left the mansion of Dr. Croven, I hopped on my car and was about to go home when my phone suddenly rang. I answered it and put it on a loudspeaker. “What’s up, Rodrick?” I greeted. “What’s up to your face, dude! Where are you?” he shouted, I can hear music cranking the whole place that he’s in.

Undoubtedly, this conversation would be a long one. “How did I get here?” I questioned, staring into his eyes without fear. Rodrigo was one of the biggest drug dealers in the country. However, he walked freely because nobody had been able to prove it. Yet I knew who he was—Rodrigo Aragon, an American-born Italian, twenty-nine years old. I had been pursuing him for two years after he was declared wanted by the ASA for a multi-billion-dollar drug shipment the agency detected. However, he was able to buy his way out of the case, and since then, I had kept my eyes on him.

Linda and Tara listened with rapt attention, occasionally gasping in surprise and exchanging knowing glances. By the time Leo finally paused to catch his breath, Dean seized the chance to interject—only for Leo to abruptly change direction. “But wait, that’s not the end! There’s a fourth one. Not a gang leader, but a bona fide heir to a gang—Greg Kingston.” At the mention of Greg’s name, Linda and Tara’s eyes lit up even more intensely. They leaned in eagerly, their gazes practically blazing with curiosity. Leo, basking in their attention, smugly settled himself between them and launched into another colorful tale, painting Greg as an almost mythical figure. His words flowed with such flair

“Yes, he has changed his clothes and feels oddly at home suddenly. Where did you meet him, I don't think he's her sibling.” I nodded, “He is just a little twat we found on our way here. Don't worry about him, he will return home in a few days.” Ava sighed, she picked a fruit from my plate and bit into it. “ You met Geralt, things didn't really end well the last time we met him. He knocked out Rodrick and Nia.” “Who is Rodrick?” I asked. “The commander of the Blue lake pack. He is one stupid lad, he made sure to cause trouble before leaving.” Ava stated.

Xavier: Rowan… the rogue who was not only kicked and shunned out but was also a traitor of a crime beyond comparison. It was a name that should have stayed buried in the past and yet, he was now walking free inside my territory, poisoning Valerie’s mind with half-truths and shadowed warnings. Hunter had already gone through every database we had, border records, rogue movements, financial trails. Rowan didn’t match any movements in the last year. I knew that he wasn’t around. I would have caught his scent if he was.

I have started a lie too late for the truth now. “The rogue’s numbers have significantly increased, it seems that wolves like the idea of a non-traditional pack”, snarling in disgust he began pacing back and forth. “Apparently his quite handsome and charismatic”. “Father, there is no way The Rogues will ever outnumber our pack” furrowing my brow in confusion. I had never seen my father this nervous about a rival pack, the Red Crescents had always been the largest pack in the southern hemisphere, as one of the five original werewolf packs our bloodline was royal, and the pack was one that garnered respect.