Greg X Rodrick Novels & Stories

What pulls me from my thoughts is Julia’s hands wrapping around my arm. “Don’t.” I pull away from her. “Oh come on. We’re not doing anything bad.” I can feel it. I look up from her and see her father—Rodrick—staring at us. He’s one of Warrick’s generals and not a man to be trifled with. A man of Alpha blood. He’s older than all the other generals, even older than Warrick, but he doesn’t look frail in any way. Even at his age, he looks menacing, and the scars on his face and body that rival mine make it even more so. A man who saw and survived the cruelty of Warrick’s own father. The way Warrick’s father is talked about, those were the dark ages of this pack. Not even Warrick himself was spar

"I know this face. I've seen him at a certain club. I've had him requested for the table more than once when I was out with clients." He turned to Isabelle. "Don't let yourself be fooled by someone like this." He paused, then looked around at the crowd with a knowing smirk. "He works both sides at those places, no limits whatsoever. Everyone in those circles knows it." My hands were shaking. I looked up at him and asked, "Aren't you Frank Ziegler?" He frowned first, then broke into a laugh and turned to the crowd. "You see that? I told you I recognized him. He even knows my name. It must've been a good night."

Alexandro’s stomach twisted. He watched as Karl said something that made her glance down shyly, her fingers brushing her sleeve. She looked flustered, almost nervous. And for a second, Alexandro saw something that made his fists clench—she was glowing. Soft and unsure, but she was glowing. And it wasn’t for him. He strained his ears to hear their conversation, but he could only hear Karl's slight voice. Ravik growled low in his chest. Do something, the wolf said. That’s your mate. She’s standing there with another man while you sulk like a broken thing.

His face looked like it had been carved. From his high bridge nose to his chiselled jaw. He had brown curly hair. But he was nowhere near Rodrigo. Rodrigo is indeed handsome, he has features of a Greek god. “You must be Hillary, oh you're even more beautiful than I expected.” He said while stretching his hand for a handshake. I looked at Rodrigo and he didn't have death glares in his eyes so I shook him. “Who are you?” “Oh where are my manners, I'm Greg. I'm a good friend of Rodrigo.” I smiled when he said it.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

he retorted, his words hurt when I felt my eyes tear up, but I didn't let the tears fall. “How do you know I have millions of dollars in my bank account, Beta Rodriguez?” I asked him when he turned around to face me. “You were Gamma Knight’s mate, Emilia. Moreover, you have been whoring around as well. So I don't think you can be left a beggar.” his words were like a knife that repeatedly stabbed me, but I didn't say anything as a forced smile appeared on my face.

Adrian giggled and hugged her neck again, pressing a wet kiss to her cheek. “I love you, Momma.” “I love you more, baby.” she whispered, carrying him into his room. _____ It was 9am. Roderick stood in the living room of his penthouse, dressed casually in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark trousers. His hair was still slightly tousled from the shower, but he looked every bit the powerful man he was. Around him, stylists and designers from several luxury brands stood attentively, tablets and sample books in hand, waiting for his instructions.

Therefore, they wouldn't miss out on the chance to meet with Roderick, the giant alligator of the business world. Roderick changed from his usual aloof attitude and smiled as he welcomed the six shareholders who weren't young at all, "Good afternoon everyone, I am Roderick, and have something to discuss with you." "Mr. Arnold, you are too courteous. We have heard of your great name before, we have always wanted to meet you!" "That's right! It is a great honor for us to have your invitation." "Mr. Arnold, if you have any orders, feel free to speak!"

Eamonn tugs my hand, "Alora-can we finally go get that candy! The Trackers are going to be starting their training soon!" "Yeah, we can't miss it! And Grigori only takes bribes in form of candy!" Addison clasps her hands together, "Please! I missed the last training because Mom needed me to help out in the clinic!" I look up at Jayden. She nods and smiles at the kids, "Yeah, let's go get that candy. What does Greg like?" "It's Grigori! He's from Prometheus but he's a big softy. He's one of our best Trackers!"

"I'm sorry what?" "You fought that thing," Det. Brighton said. "Yes I did. Somewhere in the back of my mind it was like I knew it was coming and so I began to prepare myself. I joined a gym down town and started training to become an MMA fighter and I even went pro, so by the time it was showing up, I was ready to duke it out with it," Rodrick said. "On top of that I found out that I had super strength so together with my skill I faced up to the chasen and I held nothing back. I used my skill to beat it down and with my super strength . . . I pulled its head off; spine, flesh and everything."