Novel & Cerita Steven Grant Rogers Movies

There was a long pause. “Well then Noelani” he said coldly. “Since your wolf’s returned and had made you aware of the bond” He leaned against his desk with a smug smirk that didn't reach his eyes. His hands are still in his pockets. “I, Ragnar Gray, reject you Noelani Griffin as my mate”

I pull my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees and staring steadily at the blank television screen. “Does the tv work?” I ask, my voice shaking a little despite myself. “I…don’t know…” Roger replies, his tone curious. “Do you want me to try it?” “Mmmhmm!” I say, my hum an octave higher than it would usually be. Slowly, Roger stands up and moves to the TV, treating me to the opportunity to scan the broad muscles of his back, which sweep downward to a trim waist. He even has two little dimples on either side of his spine right above his perfect ass…

He looked up when he heard me. "You okay?" he asked softly. I stood there staring at him for a few seconds. Then slowly, I spoke. "Can I ask you something?" "Anything." My throat tightened. "Have you ever killed a man named Rogers?" The question changed everything. Stephen froze completely and his eyes lifted toward me carefully. "…Yes." My chest tightened instantly. "When?" I asked quietly. "Five years ago," he answered. "My boss ordered me to eliminate him." My eyes widened. No way.

"Look who we have here. Weren't you on your way back to your neat little office? Nice to meet you again." Grant likes the fact that he's unfazed, makes it all better. "Well, I was. Then I thought, I would rather come here myself. Cool, isn't it?" Grant's eyes stray around to take in the view of where he is so he won't be blind and he catches sight of someone. "Wow. If there's something I never thought I'd see here, it isn't you, Mr Roger Drumlin." Roger sees that there's no need to hide anymore so he just stands up, trying to be macho. "Same here, Mr Grant. Why are you here? You have someone you want to hit?"

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

Roger looked at me in the eye and I immediately felt my heart beating on the chest. This was probably the first time that Roger managed to calm me down just by looking at me in the eye and conveying everything through it. The look painted on his eyes was the most serene that I’ve seen from him even though I’m entirely he’s in absolute rush of pain. It seemed to me that he’s not planting some sort of grudge and was more than thankful that I showed up just in the nick of time.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

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

He flinched involuntarily when I called his name. Riley who had also been staring off in space suddenly snapped out of it and looked at him in surprise. “Alpha Christian” she said hastily, standing up in the process. He nodded towards her calmly, turning back to give me his full attention. “What can I do for you, Celeste?” He said softly, looking straight into my eyes. Riley looked back and forth between us like she was watching a K-drama scene. “We've had…..a really weird couple of days. We just want to know what's going on” I said frustrated.

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?”