Roger Roger Star Wars Novels & Stories

Marissa says and I didn't miss the mere second that got Alonso puffing his chest with silent pride. "Are you sure with your decision? Because the day I'll come again, will be the day you regret talking all this. Come with me, little bird. Let's head back home" the guy says, whose name apparently now I know is Roger. He takes a step towards the borders and the entire patrol team and the army are ready to end his life right then and there. "All of this nonsense for nothing," Roger smirks and shakes his head. "If that's what it is, then I'll see you again. It's a good thing you don't know your way back home. You are not welcomed anymore but maybe I'll show you little mercy when I come back next

asked Roger. “Do you know about King… something?” asked Rose. “King?” asked Roger. “Yeah, everyone called him devil boss,” replied Rose. “Oh no! Are you talking about Kingsley Aguilar?” “Yes, him!” said Rose. Her breath grew shaky. “What… what did he do?” Roger gritted his teeth. “No one is allowed to touch you! I will kill him! I will kill him. What did he do?”

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."

I say as evenly as I can. An icy look of fear flashes on Roger's face, and I tilt my head to the side. I give him a blank, emotionless stare as I wait for him to break. "Okay, okay. His name is Hugh. He was a rogue, but he was allowed to join Riverstone. He is part of our group," Roger all but yells out. "And what group would that be," I ask before tilting my head to the other side. I slide the knife down his stomach, and his breath hitches.

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

The sweet scent of strawberry body wash filled his nose, making Roger's ears turn red. Ernesta looked up, a familiar feeling washing over her. The brown-nut hair, the clear amber eyes, Roger's appearance reminded her of a childhood friend. If he had grown up, he might have looked just like the guy in front of her. Roger was handsome, wearing a black hoodie and wide-legged khaki pants, fitting perfectly on his 6'1" frame, looking both youthful and stylish. “Are you okay?” Roger asked, his tone quite relaxed, if you ignored his flushed ears.

Not having to worry about rogue attacks was probably the only advantage of being a rogue. When Lucianne asked Stella if she could share any specific scenes that she loved at night, the teenager’s eyes sparkled and she got out her phone with an excited grin to show Lucianne pictures from her photo gallery. Lucianne immediately noticed the no-service icon, and concluded that this was one of the precautions rogues took to avoid being detected.

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.

“Mr. Dawson, you mentioned that it would be too late if you find my replacement, but you haven’t.” “What makes you think so?” Roger smiled but his gaze was so cold, it made them nervous. “It’s been just twenty-four hours. You can’t get an expert within that short time,” Ryan analyzed but Roger scoffed and revealed, “I guess you’ve always wondered who Terror D2 is.” The two men nodded fiercely, eager to meet that legend, as well as the genius. DK-1. “That is me and DK-1, that is my wife,” Roger revealed, the two men paled simultaneously.

If I weren’t being dragged into this nightmare, I might have admired it. When the car stopped, Roger stepped out without a word. He adjusted his jacket lazily but somehow with elegance and finally gestured for me to follow. Him. I hesitated. “I am not some dog! I am not your pet!” Roger looked at me with a blank face. Like the very second we'd met. He didn't betray any emotion. He just looked bored. Like he was used to dealing with people like me. Or maybe he was. After all, Regina had mentioned that he bought slaves. Pregnant slaves.