Star Wars Roger Roger Novels & Stories

Lucianne, Xandar and Christian watched through the mirror from outside the unit, and listened to the interrogation. “Your full name please, ma’am,” The policewoman, Officer Laila, began. The rogue remained silent, and stared hard at the table. “Ma’am, can you give me your full name, please?” Nothing. Tate then levelled himself with her and urged gently, “They won’t hurt you or Stella. All you need to do is cooperate, please.” Her voice was low and cold when her rosewood eyes locked with Tate’s soft brown orbs as she spat, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

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.

NARAYA “Daddy? Who is this woman?” A cold, unexplainable ache ripped through my chest as the little boy’s words echoed in my head for a few seconds. My Roger... Daddy? I stared at Roger, waiting for an explanation. A laugh. An indication that the pup was lying, joking, or even wrong. But his face was completely stoic. “Roger, what the fu—” “Hey, hun,” a smooth, melodious voice cut through the air.

His only interest was inflicting pain for no reason. No one knows how we came about, even we did not know. History got lost somewhere, the history of the crazy werewolves called rogues. I followed Logan to a room which was large, green being the theme color for it. I frowned because it reminded me of the pack we came from and that was probably the point behind it all.

We were now at the door or the open cave that had lights at each corner of the wall, which casted a bright glow into the space and made it homely. And as one would expect from Roger, there was a table of food on one end of the wall with comfortable chairs around the table. In the middle of the cave was a round table where Roger sat with a group of men. His eccentric choice of hair color made him stick out from any group of people. When we walked in, faces turned to face us. “You made it!” Came Rogers booming voice, as he got up from his seat. “A neat place you have here.” I said looking around.

After a few moments the door opened. "Harry?" It wasn't Harry, but another black man. Tracy looked at another seventy-something man staring her up and down. He was only about 5'6" or 5'7" at the most. He was gray and balding with a moustache and was a little over weight. It was Harry's friend, Roger. "Hot damn! Well look at this here!" Roger smiled. He took Tracy's hand and kissed it, simultaneously inhaling her scent deeply. "My name is Roger. I'm a longtime friend of Harry. You must be Tracy."

the coach said when he was done lecturing. A man, about five-foot-nine with a handsome face and an elegant aura, appeared. Out of the entire class, there were a few who were quite outstanding. Harvey remembered the name; Roger was quite well-known in class. A lot of women had been pursuing him. Even Lorel looked up to him. Harvey figured that Roger must’ve been from the Mammoth Branch; he was probably siblings with Baylee, too. People like him surely practiced actual martial arts instead of playing pretend.

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.

Her entire face lit up, and she nodded. “Yeah, Roger... he is human, and in charge of the negotiations happening right now to prevent a massive war. I was pissed at matty, but when Roger explained to me that he was doing it to ensure we could have a peaceful future, I was on board...” She said, and I admired that human. He was brave.

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.