Rodrick Heffley Personality Novels & Stories

The rest of the pack and those who weren’t in my parents inner circle thought he was simply a recruit who came to join us. “It’s fine.” Maverick says quietly. Remaining silent, I continue to examine him for any hint at his only trying to appease me, and when I see that he isn't, I nod. “This particular rogue seems to be out of control and feral.” I explain, deciding not to involve Maverick. “I know that is normal for most rogues, but the others maintain some of their humanity. However, this one didn’t.” “And how do you know that?” Forrest asks while Eleanor and the others watch on. “Are you saying that you’ve encountered this type before?”

“He was probably trying to impress me.” “How’d that work?” I asked, smirking. “Not good. He’s dead now.” I laughed. “Hard to love a dead man.” She gave me a look. “Don’t be an asshole. Rod was a good guy.” “Was he? Or was he just another biker-trash asshole?” “You mean like you?” she snapped, standing up. “Yeah, guess so.” “I don’t know why you’re being a dick this morning,” she said, shaking her head, “but I want to go home now.”

It was true that none of the lords liked Rhysand because of his arrogant nature and fearless personality, he wasn't respectful towards any of them, and he was always non-afraid of consequences. He challenges his father, the king of Hagrid. He was brutal towards others, there was a time he mercilessly manhandled Lord Drogo's son, lord Drogo's son was almost dead as he lost consciousness. He brutally beat the heir, Prince Ollivander. In his whole bad energy and negative personality, being a snitch wasn't one of them. They still had that much of expectations for him. "Are you sure of your information??" King Cassian asked to be sure.

We both did what we were bred for: to move where others could not, to make the hard arithmetic of blood and consequence. Roderick sat on the cold floor, shoulders hunched, the same small swagger he had worn on the day he’d first been braided into this mess. “So,” he said when he saw me, voice thin with a coward’s bravado. “You come to finish me like a dog, Alpha? Save yourself the trouble. You’ll only make the ledger grow fatter.”

I looked at him, really looked, trying to find the hidden hook, the trap I was sure was buried under all this kindness. “Why? Nisi and Rapha say you’re the enemy. They say you’re just trying to steal their assets. That I’m just another piece on your board.” Roderick chuckled, a deep, genuine sound. “If I wanted to steal something, I’d hijack a bank truck. Assets are boring. I’m interested in the girl who stood her ground yesterday, who looked like she wanted to scream at the world to shut up and leave her alone. That girl is worth more than any territory.”

“Let’s just say I have an interest in her future.” Something about the way he said it sent a chill down my spine. Not that it scared me, exactly—it just reminded me that Roy wasn’t like the high school boys I was used to manipulating. He was dangerous. Older. Smarter. And I wanted him anyway. “Well…” I said, twirling my hair and stepping a little closer to him. “If I help you with Harley… does that make us a team?” I tilted my head coyly. “Because I’d love to be on your side.”

She practically was trembling when she stood before him. His eyes were like an x-ray, capable of reading what was going on in her heart. He looked arrogant and domineering back then. But she eventually became his girlfriend. Only when she knew him well did she know his appearance was frightening but he was good inside, at least when one is in his good book. In reality, Rodrigo is a good person. He seldom talks with people he is not so familiar with but then he is the simplest, most playful person she has ever known.

Running from Alexi will be so much worse. Rick was a small-time pimp with a violent personality and paedophilia tendencies. He hated to lose, but he never had the means to find me or the cash to follow me. Alexi has both, and the power to do so much more. I won’t just be running from some evil narcissist with a bad temper and a hate at being fucked over by a little girl.

The fangs in his mouth were almost sticking out as his wolf almost came out to accompany mine to make a mess at Vera's house. I knew how Roland was. He was a different Beta from the others. He was not as domineering and scary as the other Betas. But he had a very high side of justice. And if something went wrong, then he would turn into a Beta that was even more terrifying than the others.

The thing was all the women he dated knew about his reputation, but they hardly cared because they all had what they were after. Rodriguez Wolf was the most eligible bachelor in the whole of Moona pack. He was perfect in every way, that was why girls followed him wherever he went. Standing at six foot two inches, Rodriguez had short brown hair, brown eyes, a sharp jawline and angular features. He was a spitting image of his father, the only difference was their height and the fact that his father was noticably older. All of Rodriguez's training had paid off because he had rock hard muscles on his whole body. Not only was he handsome, he was also rich. He drove the latest cars and wore the tr