Rodger X Dandy Novels & Stories

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.

He was bubbling with happiness! 'A warm house that feels like home?' Jack watched as Tony left and was lost in deep thoughts. For some reason, what came to his mind was the little yellow duck carpet at home, and the flashback of him eating barbecue with the kid last night. "This guy only cares about hoes over bro!" Daniel Dunn was so annoyed and slammed the table, hard. Philip patted his shoulder to comfort him.

“That’s nice, Tiffanye. Can you tell us what type of entertainment you do?” I took a look in Roderick, I could see the smirk he was displaying in front of everyone. I could tell he knew something with one look in his eyes, so I decided to play his little mind game. “ If you have something to ask Roderick, just ask me, and stop with the twenty-one questions.” I started feeling irritated. “Ok then, since you put it that way, a little birdie told me they saw you are dancing in the strip club, and you go by the name i-candy.”

Their boss asked without emotion in his tone, it was as if he's bored. "What the fuck, bro? I just went into his room last night because I was checking if he is still inside and I also delivered his foods. That's all I did, nothing more." A man with blonde hair and a muscular body full of tattoo in his arms replied, I think his name is Ron, that was what Pang called him. I couldn't help but frown when I heard Ron's voice, it sounded so familiar but I just can't remember where I heard it.

Dylan spat out the water he had just drunk. He hurriedly leaned forward to grab tissues from the dispenser and wiped his mouth as well as the wet stains on his clothes. "My apologies." He was a tad embarrassed, and yet there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Once he had straightened up again, he pretended to act serious by rubbing his chin in deep thought. Then he said in a straight-faced manner, "There actually is something wrong with Mr. Rogers. He really does have a problem."

His expression was flat and cold. “Who are you?” I asked, breathless. They didn’t answer. Before I could press further, the low growl of a powerful engine cut through the air. A sleek black car pulled up, its headlights casting long shadows across the scene. The back window lowered with a soft hum. Rodger. He sat there like a king on his throne, cigarette between his fingers, dressed in a midnight black suit, and that same familiar smirk playing on his lips. It was the smirk that had once made my skin crawl—and still did.

"Alright, alright. Fair enough. Why don't you stop by and see for yourself?" Harry and his friend Roger ended their call. Roger was on his way over to see Tracy for himself when she came to pick Harry up later that day. Roger and Harry go back about forty years. Roger was a hard-drinking womanizer who had been married and divorced three times. Now in his mid-seventies, he had calmed down a good deal, but still enjoyed a hooker every now and then. He was the first friend Harry wanted to brag to. Mostly because he would be the one who would want a piece of Tracy without a second's thought.

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

Damian says, his other hand resting on my shoulder. "It's nothing, man. We are buddies, after all. I'm always just a call away whenever you need me. Is she the one?" "Yes, she is." The guy in the suit peeks at me, smiling at me as he extends his hand to shake mine. "Pleasure to meet you, miss Riccaford! I'm Rodgers, by the way - Rodgers Austins!" The smile, though! It even caught the sight of Damian. "Pleasure meeting you, Rodgers. I am..."

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay