Steve Rogers Beard Novels & Stories

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'

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.

“A pleasure to meet you, Caitlin.” I smiled back. “A pleasure to meet you, too. How do you guys know each other?” “Oh,” Roger said, smiling, “let’s just say we go way back.” “Roger is one of my oldest friends,” Caleb said. “He’s saved my life once or twice.” “More times than that,” Rogers said, laughing. Rose peeked her head out of my jacket, and Roger’s eyes lit up. “Well, hello little fella,” he said, coming over and petting her.

Dr Steve got up and welcomed me with a warm hug, “Max! It’s good to see you again.” “Good to see you too, Doc.” I proceeded to introduce John to him. “This is my friend, John Rhodes of the River Moon Pack. John, this is Dr Steve Grey of-“ “I do know Dr Grey, he’s a legend.” Both men laughed as John extended his hand to Dr Steve who took it and both men shook hands warmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Dr Steve.” “Same here, Mr Rhodes.” “Please just call me John. I’ve heard a lot about you sir and I have to say, a good job well done.”

The sweet scent of strawberry body wash filled his nose, making Roger's ears turn red. Ernesta looked up, a familiar feeling washing over her. The brown-nut hair, the clear amber eyes, Roger's appearance reminded her of a childhood friend. If he had grown up, he might have looked just like the guy in front of her. Roger was handsome, wearing a black hoodie and wide-legged khaki pants, fitting perfectly on his 6'1" frame, looking both youthful and stylish. “Are you okay?” Roger asked, his tone quite relaxed, if you ignored his flushed ears.

Stephen looked up to see a middle-aged man with a scar on his face and an unkempt beard. Though Stephen did not recognize him, the man patted his shoulder and said, "Pull yourself together. Life goes on."

As I walked towards him, I caught a glance of Becky's face. She had a sad look on. I winked at her, trying to assure her that I would be fine. Becky was the girlfriend of the son of the sheriff, and Rogers always made sure to avoid her. "What can I get for you, Rogers?" I asked as I got to his table. "Nothing much pretty, just a glass of beer and a pretty ass," he said, and the rest of his biker friends started laughing with him. I rolled my eyes. "A glass of beer coming right up," I said and walked away.

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.

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.