Rodrick Heffley Novels & Stories

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.”

Which honestly made it better taking we are trapped in this car together. “ So what do you guys plan on buying?” She mumbles tucking the coat up to her shoulders “ warmer clothes” Ryan stated “ no shit Sherlock!” Creed said, flicking him on the forehead “ we are buying sweatpants, thermals, hoodies, hats, gloves, things like that.” He finished

"If he doesn't help us . . . Then it really will be over." Rodrick and the young man carried on for about fifteen minutes and when they were done they made their way out of the MMA ring; with the young man heading to the locker room to wash up and Rodrick walking up to the dispenser to pour himself a cup. "Rodrick?" Molly called out to him as she and Det. Brighton walked up to him. "Who's asking?" Rodrick asked; taking a break from chugging his water and chugging on. "We are." "And who are you?"

He's a genius at disguise. Clyde accompanied her to the cafeteria to place an order. She is familiar to him, but he is unfamiliar to her. Who hasn't heard of Clyde James Rodriguez, the legendary leader of the King Trios? Their outstanding academic and extracurricular achievements have made them the buzz of the campus. After all, their splendor and wealth are reassuring. They're great guys who are always at the top of everyone's husband's wish list.

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.

Kaden tells Everly. “I am positive that I have seen Jalyssa and the guy with the dark blonde hair before. The other guy looks familiar but I am not sure where I have seen him before.” Dalton says. “Tianya and I thought the same thing. You said that you thought Jalyssa looks like a girl that you went to school with right?” Kylynn asks. “Yeah she has the same facial features as a girl that was in the same year as us. Her name was Rochelle.” Lance explains.

He must've been someone important because she could already tell he was someone powerful. "Pardon me, I did not introduce myself. My name is Rimidal V. Bram. As you have already discovered, I am the man that made Rodrick into who he is now," Rimidal introduced himself. Charlotte lifted her eyes for a moment up to him and caught him returning to his full height from a bow. When he caught her looking at him again, he smiled at her and forced her stare back down at her plate. She had never heard of a vampire by that name. But if he was the vampire who turned Lord Hunt, then there was no doubt that he had to be much older than Lord Hunt. Which would explain why he seemed to be so intimidating, a

Romero, Personal Development instructor and the discipline coordinator of the whole senior high department. Incidentally, Mr. Romero, a bachelor in his mid-30s, is also nicknamed “Squidward” behind his back because his eyes are both bulging and droopy and he has a bulbous, prominent Rumpole nose. It doesn’t help either that he’s always clean-shaven. Mikaela once said in one of their many GCs that if she were him, she would grow a mustache and even a beard to shake off the Squidward vibes. He’s also lanky and wears a limited range of pastel-colored dress shirts without a tie and whose sleeves he never rolls up.

“The strongest?” “Yeah, yeah. Everyone looked up to you. Dan always joked that you would become a general one day.” I scoffed. “Back then? Those were big dreams.” Henri snickered. “Not to me. Rodri kept stealing extra food from the mess hall and sharing it with us at night because he walked into the late night food shift. And sweet tommy was the youngest. He was only twenty-three. Remember when he used to ask you for advice about girls?”

“This is Alpha Roderick of the North Ridge.” Damien’s voice was smooth as he guided me towards the largest alpha of the bunch. Roderick was a man I knew in my past life as a ruthless warlord. But that was in the future. Right now, he was at least a little bit easier to approach.