Not My Rodrick Novels & Stories

My family and I were all more than satisfied with Olivia. When the ceremony ended, I caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowd. She looked embarrassed and broken as she fled the venue. After seeing off all the guests, my phone rang at the worst possible time. When I saw the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, I somehow knew who it was about, so I hung up without answering. Yet a second later, the same number called again. After hesitating for a moment, I finally picked up. "Hello," a woman asked hurriedly. "Do you know a Ms. Vanessa Grant?"

Trinity's POV When I got to the hospital in the morning, I was still majorly fuming over what happened last night. Rodri spent the night with some ugly redhead, and like the utter jerk he is, he still had the balls to show her to me. I had never had issues with Rodri sleeping with numerous women, because we were never exclusive. I had slept with other men as well occasionally, but now, when I am fully aware that the chairman wants a child from Rodri, I could not be too sure some bitch could try to work her way into the Darnell billions with some fake pregnancy.

"That's funny. As for shooting on sight, the pack is gone from this area. And what remains are rogues, pure and simple. I've made it my mission to kill those serving Roderick. The less minions he has, the better. I only live to see him dead." Moving meant he stood closer to their captive. Trent's lip curled before he knelt. "I don't give a fuck who this Roderick is or what your beef with him is. I'm no one's minion. I went rogue to search for my brother, David. Looks like me but smaller and younger. Have you seen him around?"

"Hello, Roderick. It's a good thing we finally met, because I've been as eager as you to get this over with. Let's go." I turned toward the door. I wasn't even going to change or anything. I was too longing for that. "I don't understand," Roderick said, standing up. "How can she be Lyric? She's..." he chuckled. "She can't—" "I wasn't born ugly, Rodrick, just incase you're forgetting. All I had to do was get rid of my scar. But, don't worry, it's the same Lyric standing before you. I still remember your favorite words: 'Don't look at me.' 'Your face disgusts me'. 'Get out of my Pack'." I shrugged. "See? Same me."

she said, trying hard not to blush. Emily gasped. “I knew it!” “Knew what?” Rosie asked, suddenly alert. “I knew talking to Rodrick would get you back on track,” Emily teased. “He’s such an inspiration.” Rosie shifted on the couch. “About that…” she said carefully. “Is he married?” Emily paused, studying her friend. “Hmm… I don’t think so. He doesn’t wear a ring, and there’s nothing I’ve noticed that suggests he’s a family man”,

To the rest of the world, he was still by Papa's side. I pulled out the Navarro family crest and held it up. "I am the principessa of the Navarro family—" Before I could finish, Kelly lunged at me. With a sharp kick, she knocked over my wheelchair, sending me crashing to the floor. The weight of the chair pinned me down. She snatched the crest from my hand, examined it briefly, and then tossed it aside, scoffing. "Who knows if it's real or fake?" Antonio let out a quiet breath of relief. If I indeed were from the Navarro family, he'd deserve to die a hundred times over for the way he had treated me.

“Can’t you do this paperwork?” Trev wasn’t in the best mood. “When you stop killing people for fun, call me.” I sighed and he left the cabin. After flowing my hand through my hair in frustration, I continued with the boring work. My guys came and cleaned up the place. There were too many people working for us and that’s why we don’t really know every single one – that’s the reason Trev was unaware. My phone’s ringtone resounded in the room and I took it out of my pocket.

She insisted that I choose one of them, saying, "Every single one of these guys is better than Sean! You have to pick one. If you don't, it means you don't appreciate my friendship!" Feeling discomfited by all the people staring at me, I randomly pointed at one of the young men. As it was, Penny had pretty good taste. Isaac Doyle, the guy I ended up choosing, was easy to talk to and a great conversationalist. He cracked joke after joke that eased me out of the emotional funk I had been in lately. Once we were done drinking for the night, he insisted on escorting me home despite my best efforts to talk him out of it.

The blonde sitting on his lap sneered at me. “They were bikers,” I said, the words spilling out of me. “Rod was a good guy. He was a biker too. Please, someone help me.” Another man sitting alone stood up and ambled toward me. He was huge, easily over six feet tall, and ugly as hell. He terrified me. “You should get the fuck out of here,” he said. “Rod was in the Rebels,” I said. “And the guys that killed him, I’ve never seen them before. Please, I’m afraid. They have my wallet.”

She was certain her reaction to Beatrice's explanation had been enough. "Hold your tears, there isn't a reason for it," Beatrice said. Her words were firm, but she spoke with a soft voice. "Rodrick has not marked a single human in centuries. The fact he has done that much alone speaks volumes." Blinking through her tears, Charlotte glanced up to her again. "Does… everyone know what's happened to him?" "I would say all of those who belong to Rimidal know of his fate. Before ever moving to that little town, Rodrick and Rimidal were quite close," Beatrice replied with a nod.