Roger Minami Novels & Stories

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

She said and I nodded. "I recommend you to try the japanese style salmon steak here. It's their best menu." I said and she turned her attention to the menu book again. "I'll order that then." She said simply. "Okay. How about you dad?" I turned to my dad who's sitting next to me. "I'm craving the ramen." My dad said. "Ramen?" I heard Ivory mumbling and I turned to her. "You want to try the ramen?" I asked and she flinched when I ask her.

A tall man appeared behind the door with a small smile curving his lips upwards. "Sorry for interrupting. But we thought it best if we checked on your progress, sir," the man said. He smiled brightly at me, but I could immediately tell by his cold blue eyes that there was no warmth behind the smile. "Who are you?" I demanded angrily as he approached, glancing quickly between the boy and the man with suspicious eyes. He tilted his head slightly, looking confused. "My name is Roger. I am one of the most respected members of the organization and one of the top agents working for the organization, if not the top agent. It's nice to meet you."

Some men, whom Ejima did not know, mocked. The woman showed no regret. She only gathered her stuff and took the exit. "I will hit the mark," a lanky man said as he walked up the line. Even as he walked into the open space, Ejima could not help the sense of pity that engrossed her. The bone in the man’s rib was sticking out their ugly heads as if the man was twenty years starving. His head was small, but his eyes were almost the size of the head of a day-old baby. And his feet...they looked as if they were barely touching the ground.

My friends might be worried about me right now. "What are you going to do with me?" I courageously asked the old man even though my arms and legs were already trembling in unison. "We are not here to hurt you, Ghino. In fact, we are on the same page regarding Nathan," he said back with a smile on his face. "You might be wondering by now about who I am. Let me introduce myself to you first. My name is Roger. One of the inmates in the Russian penitentiary. Nathan and I are friends back there and until now. In fact, we agreed to a plan tonight."