Mi Amigo Rodney Novels & Stories

he asked, his grip firm but unassuming. Oh. So this was Lucas—the one Rhoda had gone to see that night. The one who’d been part of the chaos that followed. I shook my head slightly, refusing to let those memories rise. How did he know me? Rhoda? “Rhoda talks about you a lot. I’m her, uh...” He trailed off, glancing at her, silently asking for help. “Friend,” he finally said, and I arched a brow. Friend? Sure. “Nice to meet you,” I muttered with a curt nod, my gaze flicking briefly to Joan.

Next is Neymar, his perfect face clouded my imagination, his always small yet sweet smile popped up in my head. “Are you okay”? His voice came as a hush whisper, and I found my lip curl into a smile, why did it take me until now to realise his perfection? “I'm good, sorry I saw your missed calls but my phone is…” “I missed you Rodri, it killing me “ He bawled and I don't know how to feel about his confession, there's silence and the space turned awkward . “I missed you” I murmured, hating how it sounded more as a forced statement than the actual fact I have come to realise.

Nicko tried to calm his wife down. Still holding his wife, Nicko stepped closer to Rodgie who was sitting with his elbows on the table. “How are you Rodgie,” Nicko said then waited for his old friend to invite him to sit down. Rodgie looked up, then squinted and tried to remember the figure of the man who had rebuked him. “You forgot me, Rodgie? I’m Nicko, the prisoner you used to always help,” Nicko said, explaining who he was. Rodgie started rubbing his face, and that’s when his eyes glowed. Maybe he didn’t expect to get a visit.

“No. No. I look okay. You look good. And she…wow…she looks like an angel. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your wedding, Paige.” “Oh it’s okay. Uhm how do you know me again?” Paige politely asked, looking at him and then at me. “Paige, darling. This is Rodrigo Vellosa. He owns this restobar and he’s been my friend ever since I first came to this place five years ago.” “Oh RodV from f******k?” “Aha! She does know me!” “I’ve seen your comments, senior. I’m glad to finally meet you.” “Call me Rodrigo, please. Come. Come. Tell me all about you.”

"I'm not going to stop being your friend." "What?" "I know you're scared. I know you're trying to protect me. But I'm not going to let some psychopath dictate who I can and can't talk to." "Ethan—" "I mean it." He met my eyes. "You're my friend. And I don't abandon my friends." I stared at him. He was good. Kind. Normal. Everything I needed. I called Mason. "Vincent visited Ethan last night," I said. "Left a note. Threatened him."

"Andrew, you're really putting on a show here! If I didn't already know what a nobody you are, I might've actually believed you!" Rodney was one of Jayrodale's Four Most Eligible Bachelors, and he ranked higher than Dexter. Not only that, but because he trained at Madblade Martial Academy, he was notoriously arrogant. He did not even give guys like Harvey and Michael the time of day, let alone someone like Dexter. So, the idea that Rodney would rush over because Andrew called? That was laughable. If anything, Dexter figured that if Andrew did run into Rodney, he would probably drop to his knees in terror.

he asked. Candra smiled, slowly sipping the wine from her glass. "I'm Candra." "I heard about you and came to see for myself." The couch made a little creaking sound the moment Rodriguez sat on it, opposite her, as his eyes never left her. "I can't help but wonder what you heard about me... I know it's nothing good," Rodriguez said. Candra chuckled. She was beginning to love him. He knew he didn't get here with the nicest of approaches.

Candy softly smiles. “Candy, I really don’t know a ton about you other than you are his best friend since grade school, you first started drag at 12 by stealing your mom’s cd’s and raiding her closet and you adore my uncle Mateo while you are dating Rodrigo the Athletic guy who gives off “Jock” vibes.” I say softly. “I would like to learn more about you.”

Maybe if I pretended to be a stature, he would leave and I would be left alone to enjoy my peace and quiet. "I'm in the middle of very important relaxation." "Sir, you need to see this." Marcus's voice carried an urgency that made me finally turn to look at him, as I groaned in pain, already nursing my gone peace. He was holding my phone, the screen displaying what appeared to be a news website about something as I frowned trying to me heads and tails out of this. "It's about Alpha Rodriguez." Damon. My oldest friend and the one person whose problems could actually drag me away from this paradise I'd created, not even my mother could get this kind of response from me, which was saying someth