Marvel James Rogers Novels & Stories

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

a glint of excitement lit up her gaze and I wanted to stroke it until it turned into a blaze so I wouldn't have to look into her sad, dull eyes ever again, "that reminds me, when I asked you what you do for a living, you said social work. So, that was a lie." I searched the surrounding area, making sure the people close to us were too distracted to hear my whispered words, "Not exactly. I'm a leader but I take care of my pack and I'm not an ordinary alpha. Rogues are people who generally get kicked out of packs or aren't born into one to begin with, or lose their pack. I am the Alpha of the rogues. I travel a lot, finding and meeting new rogues and helping where I can. If they're good, I'll

If he is a werewolf, I would have seen him in maybe one of the Alphas meeting. He looks like an alpha. But he’s human. I can smell his scent. So he’s not a werewolf, why does he look very familiar? “I see you have a protector now, Justin.” Luke smiles at Justin. “He’s handsome.” “Stop being creepy, weirdo. He saved my life.” Justin mutter to Luke. Her blushes even brighten red. “Ohhh. Is that so? Well, thank you Arthur. It’s nice meeting you. Thank you for saving my clumsy sister. I do appreciate it.” Luke says.

"Said Harry Osborn, seeing Peter Parker from a distance. Harry Osborn, the only son of Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Group, and the sole heir of Osborn Group. Harry has stood at the top of human society since he was born, becoming the most elite group of people. Harry, however, was easy-going and, I should say, successful in his upbringing. "Hey, Harry, that was fun. Too bad you weren't there. Jason and I went all over the place. The National Memorial also has a uniform worn by Captain Steve Rogers with bullet holes in it! I can't believe he didn't get killed." "Said Peter, addressing Harry. "Wow, cool!" "Said Harry, beaming.

" I say throwing her arm around my shoulders. "Are those chocolates." She frowns when we got to the stairs. This is really going to be hard. "Do you know sponge Bob is a sponge?" She looks up to me expectantly. "I like sponge Bob, I mean his nice and makes nice crabby paddies." Another step up. "But I don't like Patrick he is so mean." Another step up. "And Mr crab is just too in love with money, just like that son of a chocolate." That should be me.

Today I will get married to the man I hate so much. The man who is known to be the most successful Businessman of New York .... James Russo…. The knock on the door made my tears halt and I quickly wiped them. Mason Ronaldo, my father, my seller, the reason why I sold my soul to devil, entered the room and tears welled up my eyes again. I wonder if mum was alive would she have let my father and brother emotionally blackmail me to marrying….. “Daughter, you look so beautiful....so so beautiful that it feels as if a angel has descended from the heavens” Je complemented as he moved my way and kissed me on my forehead.

Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!” Jade was was Capris alter ego, she never told anyone she didn’t know her real name. She was not a bird brain easily impressed woman. Men would often pull our wads of cash out to try and impress her, but she would look away in disgust. Money didn’t impress her, neither did material things. She had everything she needed or wanted. Capri worked to ensure she would never be in need or want. She also told them she wasn’t into men as a way to get them to back down. She knew she needed another excuse. That line did not work, she would have never though these little boys wo