Rodrick Heffley Hot Novels & Stories

Rodrigo POV I feel the aphrodisiac coursing through my veins, my dick rock hard and all I can think about is fucking Rey. I can’t believe this woman spiked my drink, if I wasn’t so fucking horny, I would find it amusing. When she locked me in the room with these girls, I almost lost my mind. My body was betraying me, all I wanted to do was bend those naked girls over and fuck them to relief the throbbing of my swollen cock. On the other hand, I was trying to hold on to my senses, not wanting to fuck anyone else besides Rey on our wedding night.

The caption, glowing in bold, gold letters against the blue backdrop, read: THE GHOST RETURNS: CHAMPIONSHIP RUN 2026. He was more handsome than the boy I had known,his jawline sharp, his presence more commanding even through a digital screen. He was famous. He was rich. He was the bad boy of the league, the enforcer everyone was obsessed with, and the man I had spent five years trying to forget. "We'll make it work, Valeria. I promise."

"Ryder, he’s a straight arrow. You can’t just wag your dick at him and expect him to fold." "I don't wag my dick," Ryder says, his voice dropping to a murmur that makes the group lean in. "I make them want it. I make them need it so bad they forget their own names. And I bet I can make Professor Adrian forget he’s supposed to be teaching."

She spent a large portion of her life in Venom Fang and knows how a pack should be run. This is not a pack, this is a slow death. Rodrick is a dictator. Dick being the real word to describe him. “Venom Fang is nothing compared to the Solar Eclipse pack. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’m sure Alpha Rodrick knows what he is doing in this situation. Why don’t you not stress yourself about it and go and relax.” I say to her, knowing what her idea of relaxation is. Bouncing on Rodrick and whoever else will have her.

Mike shot back, refusing to break eye contact. ​The air between us suddenly vibrated, not just with tension, but with latent, unleashed power. Rodrick's eyes, fierce and cold, swept over the three of us, assessing the unexpected rebellion. For the briefest, electric second, something sharp and almost like pride flickered in their amber depths. Then he straightened, the momentary warmth extinguished, his voice cutting like a whip: ​"Very well. Then let your loyalty be your consequence. But understand this: when this begins, there will be no holding back."

I growl at them. “Thought so,” Ford says. “Man, it seems to me you have it bad for that hot little number.” He turns to strip off his hockey pants as I clench my hands into tight fists, resisting the urge to slam him in the jaw. Rule number one, do not swing a punch at your best friend. It’s not his fault I am totally confused about Roxy. Hell, I wish I wasn’t. Instead, I scrub my fuzzy jaw with my hand. “Not the case, Bro. Like I said, I have shit on my mind.” There is a pause before I add for clarification, “and don’t refer to her as a hot thing. That’ll get you a punch in the face.” He makes an Oooo sound. Fucker.

He was a man who, to them, resembled god. “Franc?” Annabelle asked, pulling further and further away from Rodrick. How can he say it was not serious when Leo had gone to see Franc..?- Unless…he was lying..- “What the hell is this?” Rocco asked as he buried his hands in his pocket then kicked the slumped over boy. “oh, no idea; I just picked him up at the station. I think his name was Maloney.” “Oh yeah, Clint has the cops in his pocket; that’s why we didn’t call you.”

We all called him ‘Hot Rod’ behind his back because, well, he was freaking hot. Rodney was a tall, black man in his mid twenties. He was an avid runner and swimmer and had the body to show for it. That is, if his pictures on social media were accurate. He never posted any pictures with women, or men for that matter. He kept his dating life pretty private.

he mutters with annoyance, "But I guess we can start getting to know each other?” I like that answer, so that's what we do for the rest of the day. An alpha arrives to bring us food and we have a mini date where Rodrick tells me about his job as an assistant chef back in the day and I tell him a little about what I do at my job. It's the most normal conversation we've ever had, especially when we start talking about movies and tv shows we like. Rodrick tells me how he caught up on his favorite movies while living at Hellen's house. He’s cute when he’s talking about superheroes like a little boy, but I don’t mention that.

"What? You can't be walking around like you own the freaking world with a killer machine alien cyborg hot on your freaking ass!! What the heck are you doing? Literally trying to get yourselves killed." "Hey man calm down," Det. Brighton said. "Hey! This is my office you will not tell me what to do and you certainly will not tell me to calm down! Are you freaking kidding me? Crap! Crap! Crap!" "Rodrick," Molly softly called out to him. "Uh! My gosh! This is kind of a lot of take in so just give me a second alright," Rodrick said pacing up and down, heavily breathing like he was about to have a panic attack.