Marvel James Rogers Novels & Stories

"A friend of yours? How did you manage to know a guy who's powerful than that Rogers guy?" "Mom. It's a bit long story. He owe me a favor, I helped him when he was on a verge of death because of car accident. I helped him and carry to hospital without a doubt. I didn't hesitate because someone needs a help, so I helped him." "Are you serious? Just like that he manage to get that Rogers guy trembled because of him?" "Yes mom. He is much stronger than him, but the favor are done now, he could only help me if I needed to."

Roger is a good friend of Grace they know each other, then how can he. What fuck is going on? Where is my Grace? Please God let her be safe? " Explain! " I said fisting my hand. " Roger lied to you all. He lied to Grace and befriend her so he can get her. " " But, why he did that? Does his family also involve Mafia just like Josh? " Ian asked. " He himself is Mafia.... Roger's full name is Roger McOwen. The only son of Boris McOwen. " Boris's son? But he said..

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

MATTEO RODRIGUEZ Matteo Rodriguez has just gotten back from his morning exercise. His body dripped of sweat and smelt of fresh leaves and of woods. He marched straight to the fridge and grabbed a sachet of packaged blood. He tore it open with one bite and gulped the whole content at a go. He wheezed out air and hissed noisily with a squeezed face. There was nothing better than drinking human blood.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

Pure fury raged through my veins as I screamed, "ABIGAIL!" I moved with Ceasar to where our child was being held, her eyes locked with Ceasar and a growl errupted from his chest. Most of our pack has shifted and stand on high alert growling and snarling at the 20 rogues, but the one in the middle, the one holding my pup, I know is my beloved grandfather, Vincent DeLuca.

Logan She sat there and cried over and over again, until her body finally gave up, falling asleep right there on the floor, with her forehead pressed against the door. Seeing her like that made my heart twist in pain. She was afraid of me, of what I was. And she was right, that was what I was. That was what I really was to her. A monster. A cold-blooded monster... I took so many lives before and didn’t care about any single one of them, because all I really cared about was satisfying my primal urges.

Roger entered college at eleven and graduated at fourteen with not only his Bachelor’s degree but also with his business under his father, Giovanni Dawson’s name. By fourteen, he was the richest kid alive, and when he turned eighteen, he became the youngest billionaire CEO. Roger never appeared anywhere as Molly’s son from the age of ten to protect him from enemies. Even though he was tough enough to confront the mafia, his parents believed it was important to guide him towards a path of peace to overcome the shadows of his past.

He paused and glared hard at me, trying to pry open my fingers on his torso. “Stop now, and tell me who he is?” I asked him calmly, suppressing my anger, and took a deep breath in the end. “Lauren’s first trainer, Vincent. Remember that military retire guy? He was the first one who tried to kill Lauren during a practice match.” Caellum yelled aloud. My blood went cold. How could I forget that person? Steve Rogers… A veteran and highly skilled in martial arts. Lauren was only seven at that time. I slowly moved my gaze to the person lying on the floor.