Is Gol D Roger Alive Novels & Stories

"You're... You're not bleeding." "Sorry to disappoint you, little wolf." Ragnar walks forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown till he is right in front of me. Up close, his golden eyes are almost hypnotizing, making it feel so natural to do whatever he wants. He could have fooled me with his white coat and stethoscope, but the image of the hooded man with a scythe isn't so easy to forget. "How are you not bleeding?" I struggle for the words. "Interesting, isn't it?" He leans down, lifting my chin. "Just like how you're still alive."

William said. I also think so. Keron said. Frustrastion was written on Gasta's face. He kicked the chair Roger sat on so hard that it flew upwards. Roger fell down. But he was struggling as if to get some thing. Just then William rushed to where Roger as put his left foot. Sure enough there was a small smart watch. William examined it and it can hold a simcard. That what Roger used to call whoever he wanted. As Gasta was still beating Roger, the room was invaded with men dressed in black. They all had guns. Their faces covered that you can't identify them.

So, even though I was terrified, I faced him. Rodrigo's hands suddenly trembled. He pressed the gun against my forehead, causing me to hold my breath. My God! If this was the end for me, I would accept it. But I would die without Rodrigo getting the gold he sought. If this was the way to prevent his wickedness, I didn't care as long as my friends were safe. "Fuck it!" Rodrigo shouted. He removed the gun from my head, and I breathed again. Trembling, I sat down and struggled to catch my breath. My God! I'm alive! I cried once again. I'm alive.

It seemed like this was a season full of surprises, and more were coming, too—more in the face of Fabio Gonzalo. Even with my half-belief in the rumor that Rodrigo was coming back, I went to the front balcony to watch and wait for him. And when his car pulled up and the door was opened, I felt a bolt of joy in my heart. Rodrigo was alive and all right to the best of my knowledge. With the way he blacked out that day of the operation, I was worried stiff. And suddenly, he was in the driveway. I hadn't realized that he would be in a wheelchair; if I did, I wouldn't have thrown myself at him like that. I wasn't that heartless. At least he didn't mind.

The energy to scream was gone, and the last stab went into Destiny’s heart, completely draining the life out of him. Roger stepped majestically out of the car, a thin smile on his face. With Destiny and Tonia gone for good, he could move on to the next phase of his life. Returning to Karen, he answered her question with a few words. “Don’t worry. Neither Tonia nor Destiny will ever disturb you again.” A faint smile stretched across Karen’s lips. She knew Roger had taken care of her enemies for good this time. It was the reason for the bloodstain. “I love you, Stallion.”

That’s how he felt, but he forced himself to continue. "I… I—I don’t have that recording anymore." Luis drove the sword deeper in anger, the tip piercing the couch and pinning Rogers in place. "What?!" Despite the pain, Rogers managed a harsh, rasping laugh. He grasped the sword, only for its edge to cut through his palm, exposing white bone beneath. "I’ve sold the recording," he spat, blood dark and dripping heavily like rain. "I don’t have it anymore." Rogers paused, gathering the last of his strength, knowing these would be his final words.

I asked as I walked towards my seat in front of her. "Roger is dead!" She replied and I stopped in my tracks immediately. "What?!!" I growled immediately turning to face her, "No it can't be" "It already is , David" she replied. "He died alongside his other men , the victim and his father" she replied. "How is that even possible?!" "I have no idea , he didn't return yesterday night , I asked some other guys to go out and look for him" "They found him and the others dead , in your hideout at the old cemetery" she explained.

I, too, also wondered about that. ‘‘What happened?’’ A deep voice with a slight trace of worry suddenly sounded accompanied by hurried footsteps approaching us. A man whose name was Roger then appeared right beside us to see my situation. ‘‘Oh, damn, my 1 million gold is really trying to kill herself.’’ ‘‘What should we do, Boss? Tie her up?’’ The man pinning me on the wall asked. ‘‘No, how can I leave scars on such a beautiful and delicate body?’’ Roger was worried that wouldn't sell me for a good price.

Caleb’s eyes widened. “Twice,” she added. “In the chest. Both times. And he fell. And he looked dead. But he wasn’t. Only knocked out. But I didn’t know that. You know, real bullets cause damage, too, except it’s not permanent. But then he contacted me. And I didn’t know if he’d sent the email before or after he died.” Caleb raised a brow, his mouth almost curving up. “So, I didn’t know if the bullets weren’t really silver or if Ragnar was really dead. Then we got the news that Ragnar was taken into custody, and that confirmed that he was alive.” She glanced at Caleb. “I don’t blame you if you hate me for it.”

There were three hundred elite soldiers from the Garo Spec Ops Team in the hall and they all aimed their guns on stage. Should anyone lay a finger on Kaze, they would be executed on the spot. Especially Roger since there were more than a dozen lasers aimed at his head. Kaze looked at the dispirited Roger. He chuckled and said, “Roger Hilfinger, do you confess your crimes?” Roger said the same thing to Kaze before. Thump! Roger could no longer shoulder the pressure and knelt before Kaze.