Marvel James Rogers Novels & Stories

“So Rose whose your favorite character from Marvel?" How the hell should I make him surrender? “Rose~?” I want him to be mine only. A hand grabbed my arm making me flinch hard in response. “Oh did I scare you?” “Huh?" “I asked, did I scare you?” “Uh no, I’m just a little jumpy today.” A nervous smile broke on my face. “Oh I see.” She responded. “So your favorite character?" “Definitely Spider man and Captain America.” I replied making her hastily nod. “Mine too, hehe.”

He looked old and sullen. The man to the right of Argus was a young man, about 20 at most with slick backed brown hair and a smattering of stubble along his face. He had a few scars and tattoos on his arms. He was the rapist father to one of the breeder's children. He was forced to work as a lowly warrior rather than the higher up one he was meant to become.

John Legend all of me blast the speakers while we dance. " you are the most stunning thing I have ever seen "he comments looking me straight in the eyes I mean I am single " Thank you , you look good as well" I am Jacob " I am Amanda " Nice to meet you I definitely want your number seeing you in this dress has had me thinking not so nice things " I smile as I am about to reply Mr Parker slides in "May I have this dance " Ben E king stand by me soothes the crowd as Mr Parker takes my hand he pulls me so close I can smell his cologne he always smelled good.

he said gratefully. “It’s the least we can do. We owe it to the humans,” I replied modestly. ”Oh, so modest,” he chuckled in response, but his words quickly faded into the background as my mind drifted elsewhere. Rogers was quiet the talkative but as he spoke I could see the admiration glowing in his eyes. I could see how much he admired me, not just him, but every human. They looked at us like we were heroes destined to protect them, but where we?

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

And later, Keegan joined the team. Dismissing the team, I looked at my 7-year-old nephew who were busy drawing in her cabin next to my cabin. Mark Rogers was out of my vision. "Mark Rogers is a human. What is so wrong with him?" I was calm. He is nothing but a business that offers other rich people bodyguard with private investigator for more security. It is his living. "He is a busy person... And you don't know him. Why he is here?" She glared at me.

Calum asks gleefully, enjoying his momentary victory while Marvel is distracted. "Pretty girls..." Okay. That's enough. I implore the females to dress in more than just their shirts and underwear. Vivian is going to kill me. “This little Valentine clone must be his son?” Quinn asks. “That he is. His name is Marvel.” “Cute,” she coos as Marvel pushes Calum away, then walks over to us. Calum, unfazed, turns and starts running for a couple of the warriors that usually fake spar with him when I bring him to work with me. Marvel smooths down his shirt as he saunters over.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0