Rod Rage Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fuck. "Well, I know just the place. Come along now, will ya,” Rodgirgo said and his best friend followed him, ignoring the blood that had pooled on the floor back at his office or the broken vase that seemed to be calling for help. Honestly, it was easier dealing with a pissed Aztec because then he wasn't as unstable and as unpredictable as a happy Aztec. But then an angry Aztec screamed murder to anyone who dared crossed him anyway. **** [SANDRA]

He was annoyed because he was always forbidden to do what he wanted to Anindira. Earlier, he had been trying to do something for Anindira, but Rodo always gave him a warning. Rodo was just an old man from the weak Clan, the Clan of the Goats. Rodo didn't have any rank, but he had enough guts and wasn't stupid. Rodo knew that Mateo needed him to take care of Anindira. He bet on it, and that's why he had the courage.

All he had ever worked for, all his family had ever worked for, would be taken away within the blink of an eye. Rodriguez swore heavily under his breath, hitting the bag even harder, ignoring the pain in his knuckles that begged him to stop. He went on for what felt like hours, and maybe he would have continued if it hadn’t been for the bag bursting open and emptying its content at his feet. He groaned in frustration. Kicking the sand that lay at his feet. Seeing as his punching bag had given up on him. Rodriguez couldn’t stop thinking of all the different ways he could torture and kill whoever it was that dared to take the drive. He swore silently to make them feel pain like they have never

I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold. He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything. "You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!" Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side. I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor. "They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.

But he was blinded by the money, so he had to find out who uploaded the video. Rod, on the other hand, walked towards the bar counter and poured himself a drink. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He had just indulged himself, but his anger flared up again. He often couldn't control himself when he got angry. In the eyes of his uncle, it was a big problem, which is why they tried to get him treated. But he believed it helped him. So when his uncle insisted on getting him treated, he beat up his doctor. Since then, no psychiatrist had dared to try to treat him. He knew he had a condition. But he didn't care as long as he could do whatever he wanted. He just needed to fix his pro

Eliana said. “Is it common for rogues to mask their scent?” I asked. “No, this is new. I’ve never heard of it before” She shook her head. I was already developing a migraine just from listening to them. Nothing was making sense to me and seeing how confused they were too, I knew I wouldn't understand shit even if I watched it play out myself. Maybe this is not just about me. It’s way deeper than I thought. Rodor came in later to tell Aztec that he was free to go, the only injury he had was a deep cut on his thighs and a few scratches that closed up quickly. He left as soon as he was discharged for a change of clothes and I returned to where the Alpha was.

Victoria, who was sitting on the Driver, covered her mouth in fear, and immediately gasped, thinking that the two iron rods were about to smash onto Roderick's body. However, just as the metal rod was about to reach Roderick's body, he dodged to the side, clenched his fist, and quickly snatched one of the lackeys' metal rod. His movements were so quick that he didn't even have time to see it clearly, when he heard a crisp bone cracking sound. Very quickly, a lackey started howling like a pig being butchered. In the next second, Roderick's iron rod smashed into the other lackey's face, causing him to immediately lie down on the ground, as if he had fainted.

The rogue reeled, its hold slipping, Sarah’s leg coming free, her cries bouncing loud and broken. “Get out of there, Rodney!” Steve snarled, his voice tight and frustrated, as more rogues swarmed in, their talons gleaming, snarls building, the vibe thick with threat, every second dragging like forever. Rodney reared back for the finishing blow, his face locked in focus, when another rogue exploded from the gloom, eyes raging, maw gaping. We didn’t have a chance to react before it pounced on Rodney, dragging him into the abyss, his howls echoing brutal and fading as he vanished into the black.

Sandro explained, he expressed his opinion on how to make Ruby better. “I will try. I'll try ... as long as she wants to be with me. " Said Rodrigo looking at the black of the night, he felt that his life had too many twists ... first he lost his mate most tragically... and he now got a replacement mate who obsessed with his alpha. Does he not deserve a good woman and the one who loves him?

I said before he could leave the room. He slowed to a stop at the door, his hand on the handle on the door. He turned back to me. “Currently I am working as a rogue wolf. I've been banished from the pack until I can bring you and the rest back safely. Any other person you see outside there are hired men that I need to carry out this operation” he said calmly. But I was freaking out inside. Banished? Who could've done this? It doesn't make any sense. It wasn't his fault that this happened.