Romans & histoires Pirate Roger

Kylian’s POV “Mr. K, are you sure you want to attend Princess Della’s inauguration dinner in Wakeland?” Roger tried to clarify. The monotonous voice of a warrior echoed from the other end of the call. Swiveling my chair away from my window, I smiled with confidence. “Of course.” I’ve never been more sure in my life. Roger was one of the great warriors whom I encountered at one battle I’ve been in. I saved his life from being a rogue, and in return, he vowed to be my agent even when he only saw my wolf and never my human form.

Roger nodded excitedly, his eyes going to Serena. "Serena, you've heard it, this Mr. Roy of ours is a big rich businessman, if you follow him, you'll be able to eat fragrant food and drink spicy food in the future." Serena raised her eyebrows and deliberately ruffled her hair, "Is it hard to believe that Mr. Roy is going to be here? I don't even know how many women Mr. Roger has brought back, looking at you Mr. Roy, you look like a decent man, you can't afford to pay for the hotel, right?"

“Sir… the port’s CCTV footage shows Mrs. Sara being dragged into that very ship. It seems—” The door slammed open, cutting him off. Roger strode in uninvited. His face twisted into a sickening smirk as he stopped before Damon’s desk. “I heard your little wife was kidnapped? And just now, our cargo ship, which those intruders hijacked, exploded in the middle of the ocean.” Roger blatantly displayed his joy at his adoptive brother’s defeat. “What a pity… my little brother, who hasn't been married long, is suddenly a widower.”

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

He was a good dad. Cromwell's are descended from the great king of rogues... Marcus Cromwell. He was vicious like all rogues are. He invaded packs and converted them to the nomad lifestyle. There was no home or territory for rogues. That kind of life wasn't what my father wanted. He gave up the crown when he came of age. Even though it was his birthright. He wanted a home and a mate. Father was a kind spirit. I believed that when I had my own views on the world. He was a rogue until he met my mother.

“Okay, Roger, since you killed her, can you let me go?” Roger smiled. “Sure, but without your eyes.” “What?” Destiny went crazy as Roger explained, “any man who has eyes on my wife does not deserve to see for the rest of his life.” “No…” Destiny was saying when Roger cut him off. “I haven’t finished talking. Also, he doesn’t deserve to have a cock to move around with.” Destiny shook his head in fear, but Roger was serious. “In short, I want your life but not without subjecting you to pain for, ever wanting to kidnap my wife.”

Lou provided a photo of a young woman in a pixy dress with shoulder-length wavy hair. "This is not the same woman" Yusa vaguely recognized the woman Roger had hugged intimately in front of him after he broke up with Olivia and this was a new woman who was the daughter of a resort owner in Lombok. "Mr. Roger is not a loyal man, he is as the young master said...Mr. Roger likes toying with women," added Alex. "Boss, should we tell that damn Roger's bad attitude to the resort owner's daughter?" asked Jian. "That's none of the young master's business, but if you want to see Roger destroyed then the young master needs to reveal all his disgrace."

Caleb was a big man, but even so, Roger towered over him. “Son of a bitch,” Roger said. “I haven’t seen you in what…a hundred and fifty years?” “More like 200,” Caleb said. They both stared at each other, surprised. Whoever he was, this had clearly been an important man in Caleb’s life. Caleb turned, and held his hand out to me. “Excuse my manners,” he said. “Roger, may I introduce Caitlin Paine.” Roger did a half bow. “A pleasure to meet you, Caitlin.”

“Yes. A Rogue named Sally Freeman was indeed captured and we wanted to know if she was registered on the blacklist.” “Is she here?” I asked. “Why? What makes you so interested in a blacklisted Rogue?” Oh Goddess, just drop this idiot off a cliff or something. I couldn’t exactly say it out loud, but this guy was really a hate at first sight and I couldn’t help but think it to myself. “There are people out looking for her.” I said cryptically, hoping that he would just drop the subject. Alpha Richard pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment.

“We leave. Now.” I wrenched free, fury eclipsing fear. “I’m not leaving them. Not before…..” “You’ll get us all killed,” he snapped, desperate for reason to override the blaze in me. “You’ll get yourself killed. You’ll get everyone killed.” Roger’s chuckle threaded through the air like a knife. “Do what you must, Princess. See your people. Hug their chains. I promise you, I’ll be waiting when you return and then I’ll finish what I started.”