Marvel James Rogers Novels & Stories

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

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

They both of them cautiously peeked around a corner where they saw a bloodied man back against a wall surrounded by multiple men. " Please I'll have the money soon, I just need some time," the man pleaded. A man smoking a cigarette stepped forward. " The boss has ran out of patience either you give us the money or you and your family are dead", he said. " I swear I'll have it soon", the man said desperately but the man shook his head while blowing out a steady stream of smoke. " The Boss gave you a month to pay, your time is up," the smoker said angrily.

I promised, on Hana's life, I wouldn’t kill anyone. I haven’t been here in seven years, not since Siegfried took Suzu from me. My return to my old cabin by the lake was bittersweet—so many memories of her and the good times we had here. On the bright side, the current camp director, Rowan Moors, doesn’t know my face, so I had introduced myself as James Logan and got hired as the new groundskeeper. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m some lowlife drifter that was just looking for a temporary job and a place to stay. My gut tells me not to trust that prick. And my gut is rarely wrong.

Santiago several minutes to get back himself and just as he does and stretches his hand to quickly take the hand of the powerful man before him someone beats him to it and shifts him away a bit. Grinning as much as he can Brooks squeezes Mr. Louis's hand softly. "It is a pleasure to meet you here Mr. Louis Rodriguez, please come in quickly. I apologize for keeping you out for long." He ushers him in grinning even more. "And you are?" Mr. Louis Rodriguez asks indifferently without moving an inch and his not so smiling face darkens a bit. "I'm Brooks Miller the scion of the Millers and CEO of the Marvel Empire. My father Mr. Mateo..."

“This isn’t an act of pity. I am just helping an old friend. It's the only way I can have you as close as I can. “ “I googled you. “ She blurted, making me smirk. She had been thinking of me too. Good. “I found nothing on you. “ I walked closer to her and leaned into her ear, “My name is not something you will find in any magazine or online article. I hate attention hence why I am a silent businessman. “ The biggest fucking gangster in New York had no business appearing in a simple fucking G****e search.

I momentarily wondered what he looked like without his t-shirt. Moonlight filtered in through the window and I saw his face properly for the first time since meeting him. He had a chiselled face with mountainous cheekbones. There was something strikingly handsome about his face and dangerous too. Along his left eyebrow, there was a ragged scar. To get that kind of scar, he must have been in a really bad fight. "I still don't trust you," he whispered. "That and I had a dream about you running through woods." "Was I running from something?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

I am sure that dark desire is going to get wasted because its HUGE with three different flavours of big scoops of ice cream in one big cone topped with nuts and chocolate syrup. But no one can predict about a girl and her ice cream. She took her time to finish it but still they are arguing about who is great! Tony Stark or Steve Rogers! Janu loves Tony Stark (Iron Man) and Vidhu is a great fan of Steve Rogers (Captain America). There is no problem until they bring discussion this to me. Because I like Thor more than them :P Finally, they dropped their discussion and decided to step out of the mall which I mentally praying God for more than 30 mins. I have to drop them by 8 PM otherwise conse

I used to doubt the possibility of them being obsessed with Alpha Leonardo, until the first time I set my eyes on him at the marketplace. He had the perfect height, 6ft tall, well-structured face with a chiseled nose. His brown eyes were so beautiful that I almost mistook him for a beautiful lady. His body frame was also perfect; athletic-like. I’d never seen a man so perfectly created by the Goddess. But his personality spoiled it all. He was ruthless and merciless, prideful and arrogant. A disgusting beast, who had zero regard for his subjects. Everyone detested him, and I was the front-runner. My hatred for him grew after the incident at the marketplace when his men knocked down an old la