Star Wars Roger Roger Novels & Stories

I asked curiously. "He's Captain Barbossa, Jackson is Will Turner and Blake is Jack Sparrow. They had a marathon of all the Pirates of the Caribbean films a couple of nights ago and so they all dressed as their favourite character," Jamie said. Now I really did want to see the three of them because I would pay good money to see all three of them dressed as those for fun.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

“What a shame.” Roger walked up to me with a twinkle in his eye and proceeded to investigate my scalp by pulling hair left and right. “What are you doing?” I asked as I swatted his hand away. “Looking for antennas,” he giggled. “Asshole,” I giggled back. “I always knew that you were different,” he replied teasingly. “I just never knew how much.” “You might not think this is so funny when they come for you and there’s no one there to protect you,” Dr. Mokena said.

Did he force Alpha Nathan to give him the Alpha position? Blake rolled his eyes, I knew he had always been a noble Delta, and no one had ever spoken to him like that, and he must be feeling offended right now. Now, what do I have to do to stop Roger? "What's your name?" Gray lowered his voice. "Roger Paul." Roger put a piece of cake in his mouth, then forced me to eat one. “Try it; this has been my favorite from the beginning until now.” Although I refused, Roger shoved the cake into my mouth.

“Did you manage to get his numbers? Did he leave anything?” “No, but…uh,” Roger hesitates. “Boss man, I don’t know if I should tell you this. The man… …Dereck, he looks like an older version of you,” ***** UNEDITED

A satisfied smirk crosses his lips as my mouth drops open surprised by how accurate his timeline is. “How did you know that?” “You’re not the first rogue I’ve interacted with, but if you’ll join me for dinner, I’d like to have a conversation with you.” “Most ranked wolves don’t have conversations with rogues unless it’s part of an interrogation,” I quipped. “Am I being interrogated?”

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

When we are about to step out, Roger and his friends blocked the doorway. “What now, Roger?” Kevin furiously asked. Roger wholeheartedly grinned at us. He crossed his arms around his chest and stand still in the middle of his friends. “Well, I am just here to congratulate Clark about being the topic of this campus.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Hahaha. Well, for you guys to know.” He ordered one of his friends to play something on the phone.

"How may I help you, sir?" Stabbing a small bite of steak, Randy Brown placed it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed it before saying in an almost friendly tone. "I want to see you boss, Rogers Reaggan."

The aura he was emitting wasn’t that of an ordinary wolf but someone with rank. I slid out from under the bed, dusting off my clothes, before lifting my chin. I turned to look at him through the sides of my eyes, cautious. “Ragnar sent you, didn’t he?” I folded my arms across my chest, waiting for his response. “I’ve never seen a living room left in such a disaster,” he tsked, pushing himself back to his feet. "By the way, my name is Kendrick. And you are?” he extended his hand for a handshake.