Roger Rabbit Toontown Novels & Stories

I was a little alert. Seeing me like this, Roger couldn't help curling up the corner of his lips and smiled, "I've asked you to call Shelton. How come you are afraid that I will screw you up? Let me tell you, I'm just a Husky at best. The real wolf is the one behind you." His metaphor sounded somewhat funny. However, I knew that as Roger said, Shelton surely wasn't that simple. I hesitated for a moment. Then I got up, called Shelton, and left with Roger.

However, this time, it did nothing to soothe Roger. His anger could not be appeased. “Enough, Lani. This is not the time for that. Find me when you hear anything about Kitten.” With that, he walked away, carrying the parrot and its cage with him. Delanie was left alone in the garden, but there was still a lot to explore, giving her the needed time to take pictures. For the time being, Roger found solace in the company of his new friend, Milo. To him, Milo wasn’t just a pet but a friend who would support his emotions without trying to discourage him like his family did.

The arrow’s point gleamed, wicked and sharp, as he lifted it, weighing its balance, feeling the potential for death in its edge. His eyes narrowed, finding his target through the window. Beyond the glass, the rain made the world a blur, but Roger’s gaze never wavered. A rabbit, small and shivering beneath the awning, its fur plastered to its skin by the downpour. Innocent. Helpless. Roger drew the string back, his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. One breath. Two. Three.... A knock echoed through the room. He cursed under his breath, releasing the string but not the tension coiled in his shoulders.

How do I know you’re not some crazy person or a scammer? Tiger: I’m not a stranger to you. Tiger: If you really want to know who I am, come meet me. I’ll explain everything. I swear. My hand tightened around the phone. Anger, fear, and desperate curiosity warred inside me. I hated how part of me needed to know. I took a long, shaky breath and typed with trembling fingers. Rabbit: Fine. I’ll meet you. Rabbit: But I choose the place. And I don’t want to stay long. Just long enough for you to tell me who you really are. After that, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Since he had saved her after all, Natalie treated Roger politely. "I heard that you need a partner. How about..." Roger paused, leaned over to Natalie's eye level, and smiled cunningly, "me?" Roger was almost as tall as Oliver, with extraordinary features and temperament. If he entered the modeling industry, he would surely make it big internationally! "Mr. Wild...are you serious?" Natalie's expression was hard to describe. Based on the few times she had met Roger, he looked exactly like someone who could be a model. "Do I look like someone who came to remind you to treat me to a gratitude meal?" Roger chuckled.

“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 Caitlin’s jacket, and Roger’s eyes lit up. “Well, hello little fella,” he said, coming over and petting her. Rose licked his huge palm. “How did you know we were here?” Caleb asked.

I couldn't take this anymore. "What do you want from me?" I demanded. He lifted both hands, and only then did I notice he was carrying two plastic bags. "I mean no harm!" Roger said quickly. "I… I shouldn't talk to people. Every time I do, I'm… I'm misunderstood! This is… fruit!" For a moment, he seemed almost painfully sincere. Maybe he hadn't been lurking outside my door all that time. Maybe he'd simply gone back to fetch fruit for me?

Richard interrupted curiously as he watched Roger and me. Roger ignored Richard's interruption and gently placed his hand on top of mine. Instantly, I felt a surge of energy pass between us, as if our connection had amplified the subtle energy patterns I had been describing. His eyes started glowing with a mesmerizing intensity, reflecting the newfound power coursing through our intertwined hands. It was as if Roger's touch had unlocked a hidden potential within me, leaving me both exhilarated and intrigued by the possibilities that lay ahead. "Regina, you're not a golden wolf." Roger's words startled me, causing my heart to skip a beat. Confusion washed over me as I tried to comprehend the

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.

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