Roland Doe Novels & Stories

Donovan growled lowly as he walked into the office through the back door which was also known as the Vip entrance. After waiting in the VIP preparatory room for some minutes, he was invited out by the host. “I have here with me, Donovan Rolland. One of the most brilliant young men who rose to riches by working hard and smart. He has been ranked as one of the youngest and richest men in the world by Forbes. He is also the pride of America all over the world.” The host announced with a bright smile on her face.

Boma didn’t give much thought to her response to Roland’s acceptance of her. She knew the natural response she had to give. “Thank you, Sir,” she said. She didn’t see what else she could say. She was disappointed in Donovan for talking about her punishment so openly with his grandfather. It was unexpected, unacceptable, and humiliating. Didn’t he know that? Didn’t he have the tiniest care about her feelings?

"Don't you recognize me?" Roland took a deep breath and blew a smoke ring into the air, his voice mocking, "Who are you? I don't know you!" Zoey glanced at the cigarette held between his fingertips and reached out to embrace him with both hands. Roland quickly moved his hand away from the cigarettes, his voice choked, "As a married woman, how could you casually hug and embrace other men? What kind of decorum is this?" "Roland! Long time no see!" Roland suddenly welled up with tears, "I really didn't know you!"

Rosalie did just that. Roland was at the door and was breaking till he got an idea. He raced over to his uncles bag and grabbed a shirt that was in there. He found the recording device and raced up to his daddy who was just walking back in from his flight. He was out in the small field they had in the building. “Roland.” Drezic spoke as his son went running by. Roland slammed on the breaks before he raced over to his daddy. “Aunty Rossy is crying daddy. You need to make her better.” Roland said trying not to cry. “Here’s Uncles shirt and his voice.”

And she… she’s the love of his life. Later that afternoon, another knock on the door of my bedroom. “Madam Lyssa, Mr. Roland is downstairs to see you,” a servant announces. Roland. Roland has been Zeta’s childhood best friend since they were boys, kids, the kind who followed each other. Roland is one person Zeta trusted with everything. He became a lawyer after he graduated a couple of months ago and now, he is one of the best lawyers in New York, brilliant and loyal to a fault to Zeta. I’ve known him almost as long as I’ve known Zeta, but always from a respectful distance.

I scoff and slowly stood up, I leaned on my office desk and face him “Mr Don Lee Ivanov, what is it that only a nobody like me can offer you a multi billionaire who can even pluck the moon from the sky” He looked at me in a strange way, more like he's finding it hard to voice out his words, I watched as a tear stream down his left eye, and I wondered what it was that I can offer this wealthy people that own the biggest world business Empire, “Mi….Millan you might not know this but after you left, Rolland began drinking, and over the years Roland developed a kidney disease, and right now he had a terrible kidney failure and both of his kidneys are damaged, it's said that the only match he cou

My gape turned into a loud gasp. "You...I asked you who you are. And now you just told me you no longer go by that name?!" "I'm Alpha Rasmus now." He said with a hint of amusement. I stomped my foot, the leaves beside me rippling. "That's so far from your actual name." "Better to let a rose be known by its thorns than its red petals," Roland said from my right. The cursed troll wore a black suit with a bloody crimson necktie. His face, though monstrous, radiates some sort of kindness within it.