Roger Roger Star Wars Novels & Stories

Kylian’s POV “Mr. K, are you sure you want to attend Princess Della’s inauguration dinner in Wakeland?” Roger tried to clarify. The monotonous voice of a warrior echoed from the other end of the call. Swiveling my chair away from my window, I smiled with confidence. “Of course.” I’ve never been more sure in my life. Roger was one of the great warriors whom I encountered at one battle I’ve been in. I saved his life from being a rogue, and in return, he vowed to be my agent even when he only saw my wolf and never my human form.

Roger said, smiling at the memory. I smiled, remembering how persistent he had been. "Then after we studied together a few times, he asked me out again and I said yes." "Our first date was over a milkshake at Carl's." Roger said. "The next night we went to see a movie in Grayson. We talked the whole drive there and back. I asked Starfire if she was my mate that night. I knew I loved her, but I needed to know if she was my mate."

Not when we can save her! Conor stepped up behind Roger and placed his hand on his right shoulder leaning down to Roger’s left ear. “Don’t ever say that again. I’ll rip your tongue out next time.” Roger lost some of the coloring in his face while Joanne snickered lightly under her breath at the horrified look on Roger’s face. Roger shrank out of fear next to Conor. “Yes Majesty.” He whispered quietly. Conor grabbed the sack and another tray and started pulling out each set of muscles.

I said. "My name is Kyros and I am your protector. Well, I was your protector when you were born, but I was murdered when you were two but there was something in your mind which seemed unable to forget me," he sighed but I didn't remember anyone called Kyros when I was child. He didn't even have a face. I guess that didn't really help, perhaps if he had a face, I would be able to remember who the hell he was but he was faceless and his voice didn't ring any bells either.

"My thousand wolves want to fight with you against Big Boss, Prince Nathan. Tonight is the perfect opportunity to do that when we already plotted everything." Roger said back. "What do you mean you guys have plotted everything?" If my instinct was right about what he just said, why do they still need me? I'm just a no-one with no experience in leading a battle. Roger suddenly waved his hands behind me. When I turned my face around, I was surprised when the daughter he was referring to was the female wolf who worked as one of the servers in my dad's restaurant. That explains her familiar eyes. They resembled Roger's.

"Yeah, well, everyone needs one or two children to bring in and watch grow, just so those children can now come later on and kiss the fuck out of them. I do believe that’s what I am to you, right?" "Uncle Roger," I said, sitting opposite him, not caring much for protocol. Uncle Roger himself was not so impressive. Periodically, now that I took a good look at him, he was smaller—or maybe he was just stooped from age, gravity doing its work pulling his shoulders down towards the floor while his feet turned upright. He was slim, slender in fact. He had grey mustache hairs and a bald head with a red face under it. "And so, I’m guessing you’re not here for pleasantries," he smiled. "Tell me what

Robbie's dad's POV ft thought you would be taking the boy with you, sir." Roger said from beside the driver's seat, caressing his beard. I smiled at him and sighed. "How many years has it been since you started working for me, Rogers?" "Six years sir." "And yet you don't know how to play the game? I can't say it's inexperience should I call it lack of common sense or ignoranca?" "Apologises, sir. Please enlighten met

“Brax told me that your name isn’t Braxton.” The man nodded slightly, spinning his chair around to face Adira directly, “It’s a code name. He told me not to use that one with you, that it might upset you, but I forgot. I’m sorry.” For a moment, Adira just watched the man, trying to figure out whether or not he was being sincere. His story matched Brax’s and that provided her with some kind of comfort, a reassurance that maybe they were actually telling the truth. She hadn’t given them a chance to discuss the situation after all and Brax had never been one to plan much in advance so it was unlikely their facts were predetermined.