Rod Rage Novels & Stories

Mr Rodrigo, who was new to the group, was pleasantly surprised, but at the same time, overjoyed to learn that there were some people who shared the same level of hatred for Liam Danvers. As the meeting progressed, Mr. Rodrigo sat back in his chair, observing the interactions around the table. He was nervous to join the group at first, unsure if they would accept him or his motivations. But as he listened to their passionate denunciations of the Danvers family, he felt a sense of belonging with them. These were people who understood his anger and desire to take down Liam's Danvers. The thought of having Liam reduced to nothing, thrilled Mr Rodrigo, and a sly grin crept across his face. ‘Poor

“What did you get yourself into?” “I did it because I didn’t know I had someone who looked exactly like me. She was killed and I really want to help out in the best way I can and it’s for our security. I didn’t even think about how people can take me for another person without knowing it in the first place. I could get into serious trouble when we don’t have any protection on our side.” Rojean said frustratingly, rubbing her temples. “Let’s just go home. I don’t want to go to work. And so will you.”

“Don’t make this worse.” Rod grinned. “I’m not. I’m assessing.” I opened my eyes again. “What would you do?” Rod didn’t hesitate. “Two options.” I sighed. “Of course.” “Option one,” Rod said, ticking a finger up. “You fuck her and get her out of your system.” My jaw tightened. “That’s not —-” “Let me finish,” Rod continued. “Clean. Consensual. No strings. You scratch the itch, clarity follows.”

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.

Vladimir's POV Three hours. It took three hours for Josie to run out of steam and stop tearing shit up. ‘My King.’ The call was quiet, but urgent. ‘Yes Roderick?’ I asked of the vamp warrior I had tasked to trail the trio. Roderick was a rogue vamp based in California, preferring to live his days without being affiliated to any coven, earning a livelihood by way of being a mercenary or running covert operations. One such as keeping tabs on my willful childe.

he answered. “Blocked? What do you mean by blocked?” I inquired. “It was like he had pledged himself to an alpha, and when someone does that, it creates a bond that can sometimes block out links from people outside of the pack.” I tilted my head. “Did you look for him?” “Yes. I’m still looking for him.” “Hmm. Interesting. Just be patient for a minute,” I told him. “Okay.” We waited for about five minutes before I smelled Storm coming back down the hallway. Moments later, the door opened, and a very excited Adam rushed in. “Preston? Is that really you?”

“Have you gone mad? Rodriguez would want you in return. There is no other way to play around it. Even if he is good-looking, that man doesn't deserve to breathe in the same space as you. He reeks of trouble.” Rodriguez owns a chain of clubs and bars that are doing quite well. He did inherit the spoils from his father, who chose to retire a bit early to travel the world, but handles it quite well. I had met him in my sophomore year, he was in his finals then and had been controlling the businesses at the time. Rumor has it, he lynches anyone who questions him to death and their bodies fed to his dog. Not like I ever saw something like that. But his attitude is enough for him to be accused of

" I cannot help you. I mean to say I will not help you. Why should I get myself involved with anything that has to do with you and your damn Company? Sorry, it's no longer your company. You don't have anything else to boast about. Have you forgotten what your wife and daughter did to my love life? Have you also forgotten that there is Karma? You have stepped on a few toes and now, you want me to use my company's resources to fight and get your company back? There's no way that is ever going to happen. And from today on, don't bring this kind of request before me!" Rodrigo bellowed. He must be out of his mind to think he can brainwash him by telling him history. What the heck is his business

Max warned. “Madeline just reminds me of her. It's her dark black hair and fur. I think that helps me. During a full moon—to have someone I want to protect. That's all. Other than that I have no other expectation from her.” saying the words out loud still hurt. Losing someone you love was never easy but I was an Alpha and I had no right to think about this while I had a clan to look after. Max sighted.

Rod sighed and replied him arrogantly, “Bring it on father. I would rather perish loving the woman that sooths my soul than doing business for a father that has no clue about true love..” “Oh keep shut, you good-for-nothing boy. If you had true love for Melissa you wouldn’t have impregnated Opula.” “Oh yes, I am proud to impregnate that cheap gold digger and if you can convey it to her tell her that pregnancy marks the beginning of my vengeance so she should get ready,” Rod said, sighed and walked out on him. James Benson dimmed his eyes at Rod who walked away hastily, murmuring and groaning. “Okay, I know what to do,” James threatened, his jaw clenching in sheer anger.