Roger Rabbit Comic Books Novels & Stories

Wind tore past my ears, the ground nothing but jagged rocks a hundred feet down. “Try anything again,” Roger said, his grip like iron around my collar, “and I’ll let gravity finish the job.” I smiled, teeth bared. “Do me a favor.” His brows furrowed. “What?” “Fuck off.” Before he could react, I twisted and sank my teeth into his hand. Hard. He cursed, his grip loosening just enough. That was all I needed. I kicked down with both boots, catching the dragon’s wing joint. The beast shrieked and lurched, throwing Roger off balance. His hand slipped completely.

I've never been so close and personal with an enemy capable of ending me with a twat from his hand before. To my surprise, Roger's lips eventually curl, and he laughs. He gently places me over his chest and closes his eyes. "So heal me then. Hurry, little wolf. I'm dying." Wait, what? Seriously? My fear blows away. Roger isn't as teasing as Caleb when he speaks. He is super bossy, and it aggravates me. The bastard talks to me like I'm his freaking servant—Roger is the male version of Jenna. "I'm not your slave..." I mutter while crouching on top of him, blushing when I notice the hole is gone—the moronic alpha is almost entirely healed. I'm currently sitting over his abs.

Franka's arrogant look made Razer very unhappy. "There are many things that science cannot prove. I was just speculating based on existing scientific theories." Franka really liked to see her best friend crumble in her hands, and said with a mean smile: "So?" "so...." Cross veins burst out on Razer's forehead, and a little thunder and lightning seemed to bloom from the dragon horns on both sides of his head. The two started their daily bickering again (1/1). Roger, who was supposed to be the protagonist , suddenly became a peripheral character. Looking at the two "living treasures" who were part-time losers across from him, Roger wanted to return to the necklace. It was so floating outside t

I would willingly take on ten muscle-men bodybuilders before I even thought about messing with Dean. In one fluid motion, Dean had Roger pressed against the wall, his hands wrapped in the front of Roger's shirt. Roger started spluttering, the whites of his eyes growing bigger until he looked like a scared rabbit. Dean held him there, then leaned in and whispered something. I couldn't hear it, but somehow Roger's eyes grew even bigger. His hand started scratching at the wall, desperately looking for the door handle to make his escape. Dean let him go, pushing off of him like he didn't want the stench of Roger on his hands. Roger scrambled for the door, running like a beaten dog with his tail

While Roger and I were standing in the corner discussing about what was going on above us, Nathan and his parents including Vladimir were also catching up as much as possible while Edwin was busy checking the needs of Roger's wolves. "Do you think it has something to do with him?" Roger was referring to Nathan being the other wolf in the portrait I showed him. "I don't know, Mr Roger. A lot of things were running in my brain at the moment. Assumptions. Theories. That's why I need your advice or anything you know that might help us." "Okay. I'm listening." he breathed back and dragged his eyes at me.