Star Wars Roger Roger Novels & Stories

“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

Lucas could tell that the young man was the number one student of the Black Water Martial Arts Hall,Roger Wax! According to Wesley, Roger was a Rank 7 Earth King Ranked Realm powerhouse. But now,Roger was an Rank 8 Earth King Ranked Realm Gene Fighters!

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?”

“Roger, will see you for the debrief 0800 tomorrow.” “Roger, sir.”

I must do that as soon as possible. "Guys, I want you to meet a new member of this group, John Stevenson." Roger eagerly announced to his circle of friends. "Welcome, dude!" says one of the boys. Everyone then followed. "We hope we could see your handsomeness often in this place. You're working in one of Uncle Robin's companies, right? May I ask what position?" "He is my old man's right-hand man," Roger said on my behalf. Honestly, I don't know if my position in the company is indeed Robin's right-hand man.

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.

It was the kind of smile that made your skin crawl. Carlos stood behind him, keeping his head down. Carlos had been with Maxton for years, but even he felt a shiver of fear when Roger was in control. He stayed silent, waiting for the show to begin. "Hello, boys," Roger said. His voice was higher than Maxton’s, sounding almost cheerful, which made it even scarier. He walked over to a small wooden chair and sat down facing them. He pulled a silver folding knife from his pocket and started twirling it between his fingers. The blade caught the light of the bulb over and over again.