Bucky X Steve Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Oh my gosh. Is it possible that you haven't been able to move on from your ex-wife? I really feel sorry for your current girlfriend because she lost to your deceased ex-wife.” “Watch your words, bastard!” shouted Harvey as he punched Steve in the face. Harvey didn't even know how Steve got to know about Caroline and that made him even more angry. "You're the one who accused me first!" annoyed Steve. His hand also hit Harvey not to be outdone. "You'd better stop fighting. If you don't, I'll tell my team members to kick you out," Xavier said. “Hey, this is my house!” Steve sounded annoyed. "That's why I hope you're calm too."

Jeremy pov: Steve's parents had gone out, leaving him and me alone in the house. We were trying to watch TV, but the tension between us was palpable. Suddenly, Steve broke the silence. “Fuck it, I can't anymore," he said. Before I knew it, he had lifted me up in his arms, and I was left stunned. "What are you doing?" I asked him, my heart racing. "Doing something I have been trying to resist since morning," he said with a mischievous smile.

“She hid him because of your family. Because of Eleanor’s fucking empire. Because of you.” Steve’s laugh was dark, humorless. “And now you’re going to play hero daddy? Run back to her white-picket fantasy and pretend I never happened?” His fingers tightened on the tie, knuckles brushing Ken’s throat. “You forget who you belong to, Ken Thompson.” Their bodies pressed close, heat radiating through tailored suits. Ken’s breath hitched as Steve’s thigh nudged between his legs, deliberate and commanding. “Don’t,” Ken warned, even as his hands fisted in Steve’s shirt instead of pushing away.

I couldn't tell what was going through Bryan's mind, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. "At least answer me," Steve said again, his voice calmer now-but somehow more dangerous. Bryan scoffed. The tension became unbearable. Acting on instinct, I stepped forward and hugged Steve. "It's been a long time," I said softly. I didn't see Bryan's reaction, but I felt the sudden shift in the air-thick, heavy, suffocating. Steve hugged me back, smiling warmly, and for a brief moment, memories of our past rushed in like a tidal wave.

“Why come to me with this? What’s in it for you?” Bucky’s gaze is unwavering. “They promised me retribution for Charmaine’s death. I agreed to their plans, but my loyalty to the pack and the city remains intact. I don’t wish to see your downfall, not at the cost of the city’s destruction. I want to help you stop this before it goes too far.” Wilson considers Bucky’s words, the complexity of the situation unfolding before him. He recognizes the value in Bucky’s intelligence but also understands the precarious nature of their alliance.

"This ends with your death." Steve took a step forward. "You don’t scare me anymore. I’ve faced worse than you. I’ve survived. Because I'm not alone." Another step. "Emma... she's in me. Part of me. And I’m part of her. We’re bonded. That bond is the reason I’m still breathing. The reason I’ll always get back up." The doppelganger roared and charged. Steve didn’t flinch. He lunged forward at the last second and caught the doppelganger by the throat, slamming him against the wall.

I could hear her message, but I was so lost in her beauty that I couldn't give a reply. "Really??" Hutton raised his brow with a gasp. "That's why Xander and his father, Xavier, wiped away that pack as revenge for putting him in pain from that trap. That's what is written in this letter," she explained and handed the letter to my son, who sneered at her.

It brought me back to that hollow place where my memories once occupied, making me realize that he was part of the memories that were wiped out. "If it isn't the arsehole I've been searching for," a snarl curled his pierced lip back as he shoulder-checked my beta and entered—uninvited. Saint bared her teeth at him with a feral growl, "What do you want?" The man, covered in tattoos and piercings and wearing full black, snarled, "I think you were on your way out." "I'm not leaving," Saint declared, standing her ground. Pride swelled in my chest knowing that I chose her to be my beta but I didn't need her here. So, when she looked back at me in confusion, I opened a mind link with her and said,

His storm-gray eyes didn’t look at me, but the bond did its cruel job anyway, searing through my wrist, flaring hot as if someone had poured molten metal beneath my skin. Ohhh, daddy’s home, Jinx purred in my head, her voice dripping with mischief. And he looks edible. Let’s climb him like a tree, Lyric. Slut. I clenched my fists against my lap, trying to hold myself together. Damon stopped at the bottom of the stairs, eyes flicking toward Raiden first. The air shifted, a taut wire humming between father and son. They stood on opposite sides of the same battlefield—two men bound by blood but sharpened into weapons against each other.

Beta Richard assured him. “Yes, I know. I'm just glad that he didn't send Veronica away from the pack. Thank you, sir.” Steve appreciated him. “What are you thanking me for?” Beta Richard asked, his brows furrowed. “I don't know, but I feel like you had a hand in it.” Steve replied with a faint smile. “Also, thanks to Scott for coming in just right on time on that day. I never knew he could be so courageous. I mean he refused to allow anyone silence him