Rogers Captain America Novels & Stories

I asked. " It's Roger who had Noah and Evan captive." Silent that's the thing I can only feel after he said that. Roger? No, he can't, he's a good friend of mine and Noah too. And on the first note why would Roger kidnap Noah? What has Noah ever done to him? Or Evan or anyone? No, it can't be... " What!? But How? It can't be Roger can't do this and why will he do this? He doesn't even know Noah and Evan that much. "

He hastily wiped his hands on his dark uniform trousers and stepped forward, offering a hand before stopping himself. "You must be Cleo! Lovely to finally meet you, love. I'm Roger. Everyone around here just calls me Rog," he beamed. "I'd shake your hand, but you look a bit loaded up there! Here, let me take that heavy pot for you." He reached out and effortlessly took the cast-iron dish from my aching arms. "CAP! Your girl’s here!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, the sheer volume making me jump. He turned back to me with a gentle wink. "Follow me, love. I'll take you through to the main kitchen."

I released Howen, watching his huge body flop to the ground like a caught fish as he sucked the air greedily back into his lungs. “Everyone needs to hear this. Things are changing round here. You all need to know the truth about me. There is a reason I was elected Rogue Leader. You men are all proud Beta’s. Well I’m an Alpha by blood. My full name is Willian Declan Ragnar. I am the heir to this shithole. My family were murdered by Valdis just like yours. Except mine were Alpha and Luna Ragnar.” The atmosphere shifted. Howen sat up staring at me with wide eyes and a busted nose, his throat and shoulders already starting to bruise. Fear swept around as the injured slowly came to their feet. It

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

"Roger, we can see that the guard has doubled. We're Alphas, our hearing and eyesight are much better, but why the caution? We thought the rogues had fled." He huffs. "It's not the rogues we're protecting ourselves from." I exchange a surprised look with Sam and Owen. "But from whom then?" Roger turns to me. "Alpha Mark and Alpha John, of course." We all look at each other without understanding. "I don't get it." Says Melanie. "I thought they were just keeping an eye on you, protecting you." Roger shakes his head. "They always come with a lot of warriors and we don't want to let anyone in. We prefer to keep to ourselves."

Higher Up #5 says, her hands clasped on the table. "You've been ignoring the orders that were given out, Astra." Higher Up #7 says, his white hair balding even more, the lines on his face more prominent. Astra looks shock at the news that Dr. Rogers is dead, and that unsettles the Higher Ups. Makes them wonder that if the information given to them was correct. "I was waiting on Dr. Rogers say in this whole ordeal. I'm not running this project, you all put him in charge." Astra responds.

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 was just so incredible sometimes that it was almost hard to accept. I smiled and looked down at our hands, feeling completely and utterly happy again. Now all I had to hope was the Josh just stayed the hell away from us, and I needed to get my butt in gear and find another job. Suddenly, I noticed that he was wearing some sort of black vest thing. I frowned and looked at it again. On the left hand side of it, I spotted a little white stitched label on his chest. S.W.A.T Officer Roger. My eyes widened as I realised that he’d come to my apartment in his uniform. I pressed my chest against his, feeling my excitement bubble up inside my slutty body, as little uniform fantasies immediately sta

“Jesus Christ, boy. What in the hell is going on? Where are you?” “Have you ever heard of the Raven?” I heard the hesitation in his voice, the guttural sound indicating that he’d known all along what was going on. “You know I’ve always tried to protect you. You were like a son to me.” “What are you trying to tell me, Roger? What do you know?” “If I tell you, then I’m further putting your life into danger,” the captain said in a hushed tone. “I think it’s too late for that. Who is the Raven?”

He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right. Maggie ‘Smoke' Rollins was Willow's choice for personal protection. With her dark red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, she looked like a sexy cartoon character. But her list of qualifications was as long as my right leg. Her Australian accent was a lilting song of obscenities and inventive epithets I'd never heard before. "You know their call signs. I'm Roger," the man in the front called. As bland a call sign as his descriptions. He had medium brown hair, dark eyes, and ruddy skin. The thing that saved him from sinking into obscurity was the light in his eyes.