Steve Rogers Beard 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.

His closest friend was Peter Cooley, an attorney, whom Steven had known for several years. Peter was very handsome and like Steven, very self assured. At 6'4", very muscular, he had a very commanding presence. I have never really cared for facial hair, but with his closely trimmed beard and always impeccable dress, Peter pulled it off. He was a very friendly and charming man, who seemed to like me as well. I was very glad about this, because that seemed important to Steven.

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."

They turned to see who had spoken, and a tall, muscular man, dressed sharply in a grey suit that matched his salt-and-pepper hair and beard, stood before them. “Roger!” said Rose, excited and ran to hug him. “Rose! Are you okay? Now tell me, why did you need the number of a police man?” asked Roger, hugging Rose tightly. “Wait! What are those? Why are you keeping your things on the main floor? Do you have no space in the backroom?” “Hello! Can I have some coffee, please?” snapped one of the customers. “You guys talk; I will attend to everyone,” said Seth and ran to attend to the customer.

he said, his tone dropping with mockery. This psychopath had friends? Perhaps, other bunch of psychopaths. He suddenly wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to himself. Urgh! Another time to be dramatic. "Hey Steve!" He shook hands with someone. A gasp escaped my lips as I saw who it was. Steve Robins, a popular and well-sought lawyer who had won a lot of cases. "Hey bro!" Steve greeted. "Is she our wife?" He asked with a smile. "Yeah," Diego answered simply. "This is...."

He paused and glared hard at me, trying to pry open my fingers on his torso. “Stop now, and tell me who he is?” I asked him calmly, suppressing my anger, and took a deep breath in the end. “Lauren’s first trainer, Vincent. Remember that military retire guy? He was the first one who tried to kill Lauren during a practice match.” Caellum yelled aloud. My blood went cold. How could I forget that person? Steve Rogers… A veteran and highly skilled in martial arts. Lauren was only seven at that time. I slowly moved my gaze to the person lying on the floor.

It's also quite possible that he's all three. Luckily, Roger had been speaking rather loudly. His voice boomed over the music and caused a commotion that brought the attention of several other guests. It only took a few seconds before one of the security guys approached us. He was a tall with a shaved head and muscles that bulged out of his black shirt. He was completely covered in tattoos and looked much more scary than Roger. “Is everything alright over here?” he asked. I opened my mouth to answer him, but Roger interrupted me.

“Steve claims to have found a lead.” Elder Raymond raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with skepticism. “Oh? Really?” Noticing his tone, Steve knew the man didn't believe him. He didn't blame him though, because who wouldn't act the same way, knowing that the one who claims to have a lead is the same person who had a huge fight with his son, and almost ruined his face over a year ago. Steve made sure he didn't react in any way, and just remained silent. “What lead does he have?” He inquired and Beta Richard stepped forward.

"You're Rogers Reaggan?" Rogers glanced at Ven's dead body before shifting to look at random round and his men. When his gazed landed on the man standing behind Randy Brown, his eyes narrowed. Even though Snake was standing still, there was a menacing and oppressive aura around him. Shifting his gaze back to Randy Brown, Rogers replied. "That's right. Who are you? Why did you kill my man?" The man sitting at the table had an odd smile on his face. "You and Jate Woods crippled my useless little brother of mine, yet you haven't recognized me?"

10' and muscled to the hilt, his shoulders so wide he only just fit through a standard sized door way. Roger worked out a lot and aimed to look imposing and threatening, even when he was just standing around doing nothing. His bla k hair was a little on the long side but easily swept back with some hair gel, as it was now. All the she-wolves walking past him were smiling and batting their lashes at him. He knew he was considered devilishly handsome, with his straight nose, square jaw line and apparently kissable lips, not too thin, not too fat one-she wolf had told him and she'd spent most of her time kissing him, when they'd spent the night together. He also boasted unnaturally long black e