Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

“Hello, mr. Russo? There is a lady claiming to be your fiancé and wish to meet you—ah okay sir….” The receptionist again looked at me and then my hair, “yes sir she has wavy hair” I looked at ber with raised eyebrow and she cleared her throat before saying, “….miss your name?” “Sapphire. Sapphire Ronaldo.” I said a little too proudly. She put the receiver down after telling him my name and then saying okay to whatever he spoke. “Miss, sir have said he has no fiancé and that if you wish to meet him, wait in waiting room till he is free to meet you as you have no appointment.” She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…..

I said, reaching over and hugging him tightly. "He took advantage of my grieve. The fact I was weak, and drinking.... He bashed me on the head one night, when I went to visit the wisterias, hoping to be able to say a proper goodbye to your mom and Brandon. Before I knew it, someone attacked me, and beat me real good. They left me for dead miles away, and I woke up three weeks later. I later found out that it was Wesley who had saved me. He killed the rogues that had attacked me, and made Noah think I had died too. But, they had done a real bad job on me. My leg was badly hurt, and they had no choice but to cut my leg off. Then I found my back had been hurt real bad too. I can walk, but with

Just when things begin to fall in place, the unforgiving world of organized crime seeks to finish an unfinished business as Mili Rogers comes after Bethany to settle scores. Milli Rogers, son of Michael Rogers, a Japan-based businessman and arms dealer. Bethany stepped on his toes in her quest to retrieve her father's asset in his possession after many years. Bethany’s Visit to his father left them bankrupt and eventually caused the death of Michael Rogers. Milli Rogers spent a lot of time researching and gathering information about the Carters. Milli planted spies to keep an eye on Bethany and her entire family while he waited for the perfect time to strike. “I’ll show that bitch she’s noth

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

Logan said, holding out his hand for Brax to shake. Shock flashed across his face as he looked between us both a few times. His eyes settled onto Logans hand, and he took the offer. “I will let you say goodbye,” Brax reached out and squeezed my hand. He walked back towards the door as I turned to face Logan. “Logan, I don’t know what to say.” I hung my head scared to look at him. He lifted my face to look at him, “Just remember you are my ride or die.”

He was Brycen's assistant, Russell Smith. Russell went straight to Molly and grabbed her hands tightly as soon as he saw her. He begged Molly sincerely, "Dr. May! You've got to save Mr. Anderson! He's a famous racer. He can never live without his legs! Not only his career would be over if he needed to be amputated, but his life too!"