Roger Meets Rayleigh Novels & Stories

Plastering the perfect look of concern on my face, I allow myself to be led through the double doors that keep us away from the chaos that takes place within a place like this. As we reach our destination, I can hear a commotion, and that just makes my curiosity peak even more. “What is this?” Naomi gasps when we reach them and find Roger and Rosco glaring at one another. “Hamilton?” “Naomi,” Hamilton gasps, realizing that his wife was back and a witness to whatever was happening. “Why don’t you go and..." “I was leaving anyway,” Roger growls, grabbing Beatrice and giving her a tug. “Take care of Denali.”

She swung around to find a familiar figure staring at her. “Roger?” she asked, surprised. Roger looked at her and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t say a word. “Roger, weren’t you just...” Rihanna turned back to the monitors. The screen she had just seen Roger on was empty now, no one in sight. It was definitely the volcano exhibit camera, which was on the complete opposite side of the building. Rihanna looked back at Roger. The older guy didn’t say a word, and instead stared firmly at the screen in front of him, the fluorescent glow lighting his chiseled features.

“Is it really you?” Stella couldn’t believe it. “I thought you were in Compassvale!” “I was.” Riley looked at her with a calm face. She displayed no emotion as if she was looking at a stranger. “I come back this time just to tell you something.” Stella clenched her fists as if she knew what Riley would say. “Roger is dead,” Riley stated indifferently. She saw Stella clench her fists quietly until her nails cut into her palms. Stella was shaking, forcing down the redness in her eyes and the turbulent emotions swirling in her heart.

I'll still make sure that you're well taken care of for the rest of your life. It was as if a massive weight had been lifted off my heart. Although I knew that a project that would determine the family's future successor wouldn't be easy, I was still extremely motivated. … I didn't expect to bump into the person whom I didn't want to see after I left the Letterman residence. Hannah strode toward me and tried to grab my hand, murmuring, "Colin…" I took a step backward and pinched my nose, saying, "Stay away from me. You reek."

At the thought of Shantal being publicly humiliated, Regina's anger melted into smug satisfaction. Meanwhile, Roger made another quiet move. He called Ullysis Ray Ford. At first, Ullysis wasn’t interested in hearing from Roger Zellweger. But when he mentioned Shantal, Ullysis agreed to meet. The café near Ray Ford’s headquarters was upscale and discreet. When Ullysis arrived, Roger was already seated, pouring tea with practiced hospitality. "Ullysis, good to see you. Please, sit. Fresh tea, have a cup." Ullysis accepted the cup, took a polite sip, then got straight to the point. "You said this was about Shantal?"

Elliot, even though desperate to get Raya back, was at least thinking with his head for once. “See for yourself.” The sorcerer lifted his hand, waving it over the air, creating a white fog. In the center played a video of sorts, showing Raya riding on a large silver wolf’s back. He glowed so radiantly even with the moon behind the clouds. I watched them race across the forest before they disappeared. “Where did they go?” Elliot asked, having assumed we would see her on some kind of pack lands.

“A pleasure to meet you, Caitlin.” I smiled back. “A pleasure to meet you, too. How do you guys know each other?” “Oh,” Roger said, smiling, “let’s just say we go way back.” “Roger is one of my oldest friends,” Caleb said. “He’s saved my life once or twice.” “More times than that,” Rogers said, laughing. Rose peeked her head out of my jacket, and Roger’s eyes lit up. “Well, hello little fella,” he said, coming over and petting her.

Rowan did stare, though, which in his language was basically a handshake. I met Roger halfway down the hall, folder in hand, hair still in a braid, and my stomach still faintly annoyed with me for not having its pill this morning. It hadn’t escalated into full mutiny yet. I considered that a win. “Tell me you brought good news,” I said. Roger’s gaze swept the hallway—too calm, too sharp—before it landed back on me. “I brought news. You can decide if it’s good after you stop enjoying your optimism.”

The bond between us grows stronger with each passing day, and I am grateful to have Stacey by my side, a beacon of light and love in my life. Stepping out onto the balcony, the cool breeze washing over me, I dial Roger's number, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. “What is the update, Roger? Did you find out about Meg and Tyler?” As he answers the call, Roger informs me about the growing bond between Meg and Tyler, their interactions becoming more frequent and intimate. The news deepens my suspicions, further fueling my concerns about the hidden motives behind their secretive meetings.

He pointed to the alleyway and smirked evilly. “She is going to come into the alleyway. She's an arrogant hunter. She is going to want to one prove herself, two she’s going to investigate the area where the first attack happened and three she will find her way to the alley and we will attack her there.” Roger smiled. “Ok.” Clay said, confused. “So get in the fucking alley and hide.” Roger growled. “What about Kendrick?” Chad asked. “We will mindlink him to meet us here.” Roger sighed.