Roger Clark Audiobooks Novels & Stories

I finally let out a breath of relief. At least no one was standing in front of me pretending anymore. Not long after, my parents returned with Roger. He sat dramatically in a wheelchair. My parents and Casey looked deathly pale. My mother spoke first, choking back sobs. "Roger… has been diagnosed with severe heart disease. Heart failure. He needs a transplant as soon as possible. Otherwise…" Roger weakly shook his head as tears slid down his face. "Dad… Mom… don't be sad. If there's a next life, I hope I can be your real son…"

PROLOGUE The fog in the night wasn't the only thing that chased me in the deepest lly dense forest of an enemy land. When I sniffed the air, I smelled rouges behind me. They weren't fully aware of my existence but I was. No visibility, no help, depending on my enhanced smell and hearing sensation. Crushing the dried leaves under the laws, I watched them from a distance when they appeared in my way. A beautiful doe sleeping under the hollow bark of a tree, so sounded that she couldn't feel the danger around her. Hunger and bloodlust had driven me crazy and I didn't mind having a piece of meat but it wasn't something that I would share, not with these rouges.

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

I helped the nurse up and told her to wait outside. Then I turned to Clara, calm and cold, and asked one last time. "Clara. The person lying in there really is your father. Roger Stevens. Are you absolutely sure you won't let me go in?" Rick immediately fanned the flames again. "Clara, see? He'd say anything just to get under your skin. That's just cruel." Clara shot me a venomous glare. "Tommy! I'm giving you an order—today, you're not going anywhere except to fix Rick's face."

“You don’t have to-” “Stop talking,” Braxton cut her off. Fair enough, Adira thought. When the silence fell over them again, Adira thought that was it. Braxton seemed to be caught up in his thoughts about something and Adira didn’t interrupt, instead just following him up the path. The silence stretched out and Adira had taken Braxton’s quiet as his answer so she almost jumped when he spoke up again. “Just take my word for it. Aethelgarde may not be the best sometimes, but it looks like heaven compared to some of the other places out there.”

Roger walked over to Esther’s driver seat, bent down and looked at her deeply, then turned to Claire and said word by word: “You’re just a snake in the grass.” Claire: “... Who the hell are you, running wild on other people’s turf?!” “I’m Roger Davenier!” He paused, then added, “The twin brother of Esther Davenier, and son of Victor Davenier!” Esther: “... What?!” ***

When we are about to step out, Roger and his friends blocked the doorway. “What now, Roger?” Kevin furiously asked. Roger wholeheartedly grinned at us. He crossed his arms around his chest and stand still in the middle of his friends. “Well, I am just here to congratulate Clark about being the topic of this campus.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Hahaha. Well, for you guys to know.” He ordered one of his friends to play something on the phone.

My chest tightened. The answer came before I could even finish the thought. Roger used that brief hesitation to push the door open. He closed the door behind us with an infuriating click. The sound echoed louder than it should have. I instinctively backed away until the edge of my bed caught behind my knees, forcing me to sit. Roger strode toward me with the same calm confidence he'd always worn, hands tucked neatly into his pockets. “You tried to leave BloodMoon?” His tone was soft. “What I do with my life is none of your business.” I spat.

"He is a demon. Demons can't be trusted." Julian, I trusted you with my life! "Claudia!" Roger began. The once noise room fell grave silent. "No more negotiations. Because I have chosen to cancel it. Our deal ends here. You would go down today." I was quiet. There was nothing to say. Besides, Roger and his threats were the least of my worries. "Well, I have a questions for you." He paused. "First, who are you?" I was quiet, not listening anyway.

Roger muttered, but not low enough that Amber couldn't hear him, especially since he already had a lot of her stuff in his arms, carrying everything out of the room “We should be trying to get back on our feet. Or, at least, using all this effort to marry this little brainless clone of yours to some old man rich enough to get us back on our feet. But no. Your obsession with Alice and Elise's memory only allows you to make these stupid and useless plans, which will never get us anywhere..." “Oh, of course. I should listen to the advice of the idiot who spent his entire life in my father's shadow, pretending to work while spending my family's money on prostitutes and gambling.” Kendra spat, as