Novel & Cerita Steve Rogers Beard

Marx was uncomfortable holding a friend as a prisoner, but it was necessary. “You’ve allowed your hair to grow out.” The thick mane of black hair was just above Vescovi’s shoulder. Just like the hair on his head, he allowed his beard to grow out. A thick bushy beard that gave him a less than distinguished look. Made him look wild. The look matched the hardness in his eyes. The stubborn set of his jaw.

He demonstrated this in the elimination of Prometheus during the Cebu Sinulog festival. The other assassin was smoking intermittently while toying with his revolver in another barrack. He was younger than Rudy. Single and never had any serious relationships with the opposite sex, his face was what we say only mothers can love. He was a man with many scars. He had a scar across his face and scars in other parts of his body. He was ugly. This was the reason girls shunned him. He had wiry hair, with a wide nose, face, and body. Everything in him was wide. A browbeater among his peers while in school, he was called 'Roger Moreno'

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

There’s the Alpha of the Rogers Lake pack, who has long brown hair and jet black eyes, that are currently staring me down. But then, right next to him, looking at me like he’s just about to dig into a delicious meal, is Malcolm.

“Mornin’ boss man, how’s it hanging today?” “I’ve never quite understood why people ask that, but, it’s a little to the left if you must know,” I smirked, gesturing for him to take a seat. “How’s everything going down at the site?” Craig’s lips formed a wide smile under the stubble he was sporting on his face, apparently not having shaved all weekend. I preferred being cleanly shaven myself, but that was just one of my little quirks. I didn’t remember ever wanting a beard.

There is a freaking hole in his chest—how the fuck is he still breathing? I gape at it while Roger keeps his tired eyes on me, waiting for what I might do next. I'm not an idiot. He wants me to touch the skin around his wound to help it heal. Trembling, I make it over to his stomach and gulp. This isn't some scrawny half-assed innocent werewolf, but a well-built alpha specimen. Roger could hurt me even in his current state. All the more reason to fear him. Inhaling, I touch him, and Roger holds his breath before slowly releasing a gust of painful air.

His face looked like it had been carved. From his high bridge nose to his chiselled jaw. He had brown curly hair. But he was nowhere near Rodrigo. Rodrigo is indeed handsome, he has features of a Greek god. “You must be Hillary, oh you're even more beautiful than I expected.” He said while stretching his hand for a handshake. I looked at Rodrigo and he didn't have death glares in his eyes so I shook him. “Who are you?” “Oh where are my manners, I'm Greg. I'm a good friend of Rodrigo.” I smiled when he said it.

Hell, Vice did everything well. Where Vice looked like an underwear model – all lean, smouldering dark good looks and clean shaven – Victor was golden haired, body building, and stubble jawed… Okay, he had gone the full beard, Raven smothered a laugh as he caught sight of the blonde man waiting in the open door. A well-groomed beard with a manbun, to be precise. “If you offer me coffee, I am not responsible for my reaction,” Raven said. “What?” Victor raised an eyebrow and stroked his beard between his forefinger and thumb. “You don’t like the beard? Apparently, they are the current fashion, and it doesn’t raise a rash on Mirage. Anywhere,” he added with a glint in his eye.

Rogers appears and makes his way toward me. “Good job today,” he says, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. “I’ll expect you to do as well tomorrow.” “Of course,” I respond, my guard going up. Was this bastard following me? “Don’t be so on guard,” he chuckles, bringing a cigarette to his lips and lighting it. “I’m not going to hurt you.” That was yet to be determined. If my hunch was correct and he was that masked bastard hanging around Brielle, then he already attempted to hurt me; better yet, he tried to fucking kill me.