Rogers Captain America Novels & Stories

It almost wiped out that desolate area. Roger : *smirks* calm down Mr Tiger, I always have a reason for doing things. Victor: do not call me that when we're not in the Boss empire Roger: *laughs* anyway I'm sure Boss will be pleased with me cause I sent two packages to the president. Victor: whatever, just don't do anything that will make you stand out Roger : of course I know that Victor: better, I'll meet you guys later today *hangs up*

Was the first impression that Nina had. The current Rogan seemed bigger than the one she had known before. Even though he was in bed, being supported by multiple pillows, he still looked big. His aura had changed as well. He still had an overbearing and dominant aura around him but there was something else mixed in it. It had a mix of solemnity. Nina was not sure what it was. His face was framed by long pitch black hair. His hair was longer. They fell well past his shoulders now. His face looked sullen. His cheeks and jaw were sharp. His face was slightly pale as well. His eyes were sunken. He had dark circles around his eyes. His cobalt-blue eyes seemed to have turned a deeper shade of blue

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”

I've never been so close and personal with an enemy capable of ending me with a twat from his hand before. To my surprise, Roger's lips eventually curl, and he laughs. He gently places me over his chest and closes his eyes. "So heal me then. Hurry, little wolf. I'm dying." Wait, what? Seriously? My fear blows away. Roger isn't as teasing as Caleb when he speaks. He is super bossy, and it aggravates me. The bastard talks to me like I'm his freaking servant—Roger is the male version of Jenna. "I'm not your slave..." I mutter while crouching on top of him, blushing when I notice the hole is gone—the moronic alpha is almost entirely healed. I'm currently sitting over his abs.

"No regrets costs thousands. Maybe millions. Your clean image sold jerseys. Now fans debate if you are hero or hothead." "Hero to my team," I said. "Hothead to outsiders. I live with it. You spin it positive. Captain stands up. That sells too." "Spin takes time," Christian answered. "Right now frenzy is bad. Social media explodes. Clips of blood on ice. Your punches. Comments call you fake all along." "Fake?" I laughed once. "Good. Fake never won real games. This outburst showed real. Kade knows. Team knows." Christian stood again. "Team knows but sponsors do not care. One big one said no more captain on billboards. Too risky. All for protecting a dirty Russian."

There was a savage beauty to it, a terrifying grace that left me breathless. And then it was over. The three rogues lay in crumpled heaps, bloodied and broken. Zero stood in the center of the carnage, his chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. Blood smeared his knuckles and streaked his face, but his eyes burned with an unyielding intensity. He looked like a god of war, untouchable and unstoppable.

Her entire face lit up, and she nodded. “Yeah, Roger... he is human, and in charge of the negotiations happening right now to prevent a massive war. I was pissed at matty, but when Roger explained to me that he was doing it to ensure we could have a peaceful future, I was on board...” She said, and I admired that human. He was brave.

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

"I'll spend the rest of my life repaying that debt. Don't ask me to stop." Rook lounged against the wall near the door with his permanent smirk back in place. He was officially a pack member now, a status he claimed to find deeply embarrassing. "I'm a rogue," Rook had said when Kellan signed the papers. "You can't just file me into respectability." But he hadn't left. And he hadn't stopped calling Bastian "Big Bast" at every opportunity.

A tall man appeared behind the door with a small smile curving his lips upwards. "Sorry for interrupting. But we thought it best if we checked on your progress, sir," the man said. He smiled brightly at me, but I could immediately tell by his cold blue eyes that there was no warmth behind the smile. "Who are you?" I demanded angrily as he approached, glancing quickly between the boy and the man with suspicious eyes. He tilted his head slightly, looking confused. "My name is Roger. I am one of the most respected members of the organization and one of the top agents working for the organization, if not the top agent. It's nice to meet you."