Is Gol D Roger Alive Novels & Stories

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, 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.

Instead, I took his glass from his hand, enjoyed a long cooling drink of his water, handed it back, and said, “I didn’t know you were here.” “That makes two of you,” Roger said. “I came here yesterday to see if he’d heard any more about you. Damn, girl, we’ve been worried. He wasn’t here, but since he kept claiming “mi casa, su casa”, I decided to test him on that theory and stuck around. I’m so glad I did.” “I’ve been through a nightmare,” I groaned. “It’s so good to have you here.” “That looked more like playtime than a nightmare,” Roger teased.

His brows creased in confusion. “Are you serious?” I nodded. “Absolutely, this is something that she told me herself.” He turned back to Logan. “Are you absolutely certain that this Mr. Rob is still alive?” “Oh yes, Alpha. He’s very much alive and well, but I’m sure he appreciates the idea of people thinking he’s dead because he’s actually got a lot to hide.” “What do you mean?” He respectfully took the document from Horace’s hand, flipping it to a particular page before handing it back to him.

Kara’s POV “What’s the update?” I didn’t look away from the screen, fingers still tapping against the edge of my laptop, but I could hear Rodrigo sigh on the other end of the call. “His usual routine,” he said. “Hasn’t left the golf club all morning.” Typical. Predictable bastard. “Alright. Keep your eyes on him. Call me the second anything shifts.” Click. I exhaled slowly, the kind of breath that never really settles your nerves, and stared at the mess on my screen. So many files. So many people trying to dig graves for us. ASA was falling apart, but not quietly.

Marissa says and I didn't miss the mere second that got Alonso puffing his chest with silent pride. "Are you sure with your decision? Because the day I'll come again, will be the day you regret talking all this. Come with me, little bird. Let's head back home" the guy says, whose name apparently now I know is Roger. He takes a step towards the borders and the entire patrol team and the army are ready to end his life right then and there. "All of this nonsense for nothing," Roger smirks and shakes his head. "If that's what it is, then I'll see you again. It's a good thing you don't know your way back home. You are not welcomed anymore but maybe I'll show you little mercy when I come back next

I threw the question back at him and he sucked in a deep but shaky breath. "Rio is still alive, right?" It was Dark Caster speaking. "I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders. "All I do know is that one of them is alive but then, he surely won't be alive for long." "Russo, don't do this to me" Giovanni begged. "Rio is my only son. He is all I have, please"

And yet… Magnus Jordan stared at the monitor with wide eyes. No, this could not be. Roger had died, he himself had been a witness. What absurd quirk of fate could it be that played this absurd trick on him? His chair toppled, falling to the floor with a thump as Magnus Jordan struggled to his feet, hand over his mouth, stumbled out past the myriad humming machines, the busy people, and the operations officer that he had never wanted to see inside again. Roger is alive.