Roland Doe Novels & Stories

he spoke up, his tone dangerously calm as he hesitantly took his hand. Roland beamed. "Thank you, sir," he turned to shake Seth, but the look on Seth's face made him change his mind quickly. He only bowed and took a seat. Seth clenched and unclenched his fists as he stared at Roland with nothing but pure hatred in his gaze. He wanted to beat this dude up so bad. "So, you're Roland Hills who designed the RX9 model, right?" he asked, and Roland nodded with smiles all over his face. Aiden couldn't wait to wipe that smile off his face. "Tell me all about it," he requested and Roland launched into everything about the model.

It's thanks to Russell that I realized what a douchbag Craig is. I could hear Christmas music playing and Phoebe laughing. The house felt warm comparing to last night, and my nose filled with the mix bacon and fresh cinnamon rolls. Russell stirred, making me turn slowly to face him. "It smells really good out there." he says while his eyes were still closed. I smiled, leaning in and kissing his lips and wrapping my arms around his torso.

“But… isn’t this risky?” “You just do what I said,” Roland snapped. “Make sure she doesn't suspect a thing. And please don't get caught. If you do, don't mention my name. Or I'll make sure you don't survive another day. Once you've done your part, everything else will fall into place.” I froze. My heartbeat slammed in my chest. Kim gasped. “Oh my God, he really said that?” I nodded slowly. “Roland is a bastard.” I played the clip again to be sure. The same words. The same cold tone. Roland wasn’t even trying to hide his tracks.

She immediately felt as if Roland was trying to pull her leg. Roland immediately stood up and said, "Ma'am! I wasn't lying to you. Humbert and Geoffrey have been killed by my senior, Severin, and I was beaten up by him too. After that, he and I shared a couple of glasses of wine!" Roland then felt a little speechless after ending his sentence because it seemed rather difficult to explain everything, and it was almost as if there were inconsistencies in the story.

Roland growled. "It seems I was wrong to raise him," he hissed, his eyes narrowing further. "He’s too weak! Weak like his mother, easily swayed by the enemy’s games!" Staring at the door William had exited through, Roland snorted. He quickly straightened himself and reached for his phone again, dialing one of his most trusted subordinates. A thin smile slowly spread across his lips. "I’m heading there now. Be ready." "If he doesn’t come to see me within the next few hours..."

Ben “How is old Drake doing these days,” a voice echoed through the study when Ben stepped inside, closing the door behind me. Looking over at the source, he found Roland sitting in a comfy armchair in front of a roaring fire. He wore no shirt, exposing countless battle scars across his torso, and when his powerful green eyes turned to take him in, Ben saw another scar running across his throat. “He is doing well, Lord Roland,” Ben said, bowing slightly. “He was very worried when rumors started spreading four years ago that you’d met your end.”

until the killer spoke into the speaker instead, "Mr. Roland... Do you remember what you did eight years ago? Something you didn’t tell your master? " Roland pondered and smirked soon after, "Ahh! You mean, how I raped the woman in the Heirbert family?" He grinned through his ears, "Well, it was the most amazing and fantastic s*x I ever had! That woman won’t stop screaming in my mouth! Hahaha! " The woman on the speaker gritted her teeth and stopped joking around, "Well, be happy that you still have ten seconds left to enjoy your life." Roland was stupefied. "Ten seconds? What do you mean? "

His reaction was always the same and the flush on his face could never be hidden. “I do have a proposal. I want to settle with those brats and if it goes well then we might have an upper hand in something” Roland announced slipping into a pair of white shorts and a black hoodie. He has never been the kind to wear too much and his habits never seem to change despite the cold weather.

Decker said solemnly, “Roland is making moves lately and I’m afraid that he’ll use you against me.” Clarice could not help but think of the text she received. A quick thought later, she asked, “Decker, what did he do to you?” “Not yet, but I have a feeling that he may be up to something soon.” Decker stroked her face again and continued, “But you don’t have to worry. I’m prepared for it. He won’t be able to do anything to me.” Clarice felt guilty when she heard him. Roland came back for two months already. From the initial isolation to his current small following, even though they were mostly his late grandmother’s and father’s men, he started to be a prominent force within the company.

Why were things getting more and more? Marilyn nodded. "Alright then!" "Okay!" Sergio smiled and turned away. Marilyn calmly followed Sergio into Malcolm's office. Marilyn suddenly saw Jeannie and Arturo, and she looked at them in disbelief. Marilyn stopped and stood in place. Roland was dressed in a tight white dress. Her curly hair was swaying as she moved, making her look more and more charming. Roland had long, slender, and beautiful legs. She was born a beauty who could be any man's lover.