Joy Rogers Novels & Stories

Rogers’ hand. “Welcome!” He announces with a surprisingly deep voice that doesn’t match his physique. “I’ve been so excited for your arrival.” “Thank you, Mr. Minzingo,” Mr. Rogers responds. “Are these the two who have been so gracious to create our wonderful soundtrack?” Mr. Minzingo asks, turning his gaze toward Thad and me. “You don’t know how happy the crew and even the actors have been with your songs!” He continues, releasing Mr. Rogers and heading toward us. “Has anyone told the both of you that you’re gorgeous enough to act?”

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

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Fortunately, when I looked at the door, I noticed that Daniel was secretly watching me, and that calmed my nerves a little. “Look here, boy, I'll get straight to the point,” Mr. Rogers said, his hands in his pocket. “I am Canada's biggest sponsor. I have been investing millions into your team monthly because I've got my eyes on you. I don't know what that mischievous Marshall told you, but you basically belong to me,” he explained with a smug look. My eyes widened. “What?” I took steps backwards. “You mean Canada's hockey team belongs to you. As for me, I belong to no one,” I said, trying my best to keep a straight face.

ROSE ‘That’s who it was!’ Joy shrieked, jolting closer as the chocolate chip ice cream melted nicely across my tongue. ‘For a moment, I thought it was Ru—.’ Her smile froze like the first witness of a car crash and then she hastily said, ‘Rambo.’ ‘Rambo? As in Stallone?’ I laughed knowingly and knowingly added, ‘Doesn’t he look more like Rum?’ Joy scooped from her bucket of vanilla ice cream and put it in her mouth, refusing to meet my gaze. ‘Anyway the guy’s pretty nice for a celebrity, isn’t he? Virtus Talent’s definitely better than B.A.---. That darn company you worked for the last time.’

HUNT "If you want to be a leader, you can't make stupid decisions and mistakes. Love isn't what makes you a stronger Alpha for the pack, nor does mercy. Toughen up or get out of my pack," my father said, walking around my room. I remembered him killing one of the rogues earlier. The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound.

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Robbie's dad's POV ft thought you would be taking the boy with you, sir." Roger said from beside the driver's seat, caressing his beard. I smiled at him and sighed. "How many years has it been since you started working for me, Rogers?" "Six years sir." "And yet you don't know how to play the game? I can't say it's inexperience should I call it lack of common sense or ignoranca?" "Apologises, sir. Please enlighten met