Captain America The First Avenger の小説・ストーリー

The other man stopped by the driver's side of his Jeep when he saw Evan approaching and I didn’t miss the apprehensive glance he threw my way. With Evan standing in front of Cole directly under the garden light, I couldn’t help but compare the two men. Cole had a tan skin tone with Chris Evans’ build, the American actor, who played Steve Rogers in Captain America. Evan was taller with broader shoulders like Can Yaman, the Turkish actor who played Can Divit in the Turkish television series Erkenci Kus (Early Bird), and with a honey skin tone. They both looked beautiful. Two intelligent men, the alpha males of their world, right here on my porch, trying to lay claim to me.

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

Slowly, I raised my gaze to meet his, and the world seemed to stop. His eyes-they were unlike anything I'd ever seen. A silvery grey so pale they were almost transparent, like molten moonlight trapped in glass. They gleamed with an intensity that made it impossible to look away, as if they could see straight through to my soul. His face was impossibly perfect, with sharp, chiseled features that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves. Strong cheekbones, a jawline so defined it could cut through stone, and lips set in a line that radiated authority. His raven-black hair was sleek and fell effortlessly around his face, adding to the angelic yet dangerous aura he exuded.

Something about it didn’t sit right. But I had no time for games, my Luna and child’s life is in danger and I will eliminate all dangers. “Let’s move,” I barked, leading the alphas and warriors toward the awaiting chariots. The moon above glowed coldly as we set off, our mission clear; wipe out the enemy pack and make them pay for every drop of blood spilled. AURORA I stirred, my eyelids fluttering open as the soft glow of sunlight filtered into the room. My gaze swept across the familiar space before the memory hit me like a wave; the arrow.

CHAPTER 17 ZYLIAH'S POV "Babies, come here." I beckoned to my sons, who were staring at this tall, well-built frame of a man the same way they usually stared at their individual favorite superhero figures-Captain America and Batman. Captain America for Waylen, Batman for Casper. The intrigue and admiration in their eyes was as surprising as it was terrifying. No, it couldn't be. "Waylen. Casper." I repeated, not taking my eyes off this guy with an imposing and impressively intimidating aura.

Each vision twisted, manipulated, designed to break me. You can’t save them all, she hissed. You’re too weak. You’ve always been weak. “No!” I screamed, golden wings exploding outward, flares of light puncturing the darkness. I am not weak. I am the Revenant. I am Lila Harper, and I survive.

I ask hopefully. “He was handsome,” she says after a beat, staring out the window. “Brown hair. Dark eyes.” She pauses. “His friends were, too. All … very good-looking.” My jaw tightens. Brown hair. Dark eyes. It’s not our Enrique. “One guy was tall, smoldering, with black hair, blue eyes,” she says. “He didn’t talk much.” A beat. “Another one looked sort of like a young Chris Evans.” Great, Captain America and his side-kick is after us.

"I am not playing games anymore. Name your terms. Whatever you want... other than money, since you hate my money so much... just help me." I stood there, taken completely aback by the raw desperation in his tone. This wasn't the untouchable hockey captain who laughed off getting caught naked in the locker room. This guy looked cornered. Terrified, even. "I... I have my own problems, Carter," I stammered, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to keep my defense walls up. "I can't just drop everything to fix your life." "I know," Carter said, his voice dropping even lower. "I know I acted like a complete dick. But I am begging you."

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.