Steve Rogers Fanfic Novels & Stories

I looked around, and Asteria laughed. “She must be away.” Asteria gave me a sassy smile. We knew Angie snuck out most nights to be with Roger. The precise location was unknown to us, but when she returned early in the morning, she always glowed with happiness, and that effect is only given by spending time with your mate. I pray that Roger turns to have a blessed bond with her because they deserve happiness, too. Roger, despite being a human, is more supernatural than most. He is strong, smart, and patient—the perfect combination to handle a stubborn woman with a fiery temperament like Angie.

“That can’t be true. Gabby? Simon’s mate?” “I don’t believe it either,” Steve said, shaking his head. “But the way he said it… I don’t know, maybe he believed it. Or maybe he’s lying just to mess with me.” Stooper’s face was pale. He walked around the room, thinking hard. “If it’s true, Steve, then that changes everything. A wolf never forgets their true mate.” Steve clenched his jaw. “I don’t care. Gabby is mine now and I will protect her, even if it means fighting a hundred rogues.”

Roger was chatting with one of them, a middle-aged man with bright red hair and a closely trimmed beard. "Connie!" Roger waved me over, and I eased through the people, still holding Sarah's hand. "Connie, this is my friend Steve. Steve, my neighbor, Connie." "It's a pleasure Connie." His voice was soft and kind, and his hand warm as I shook it. "I know Joan and Roger have been wanting to get you here for a while, now." "Thanks, it's nice to be here. This is my partner, Sarah." I watched his reaction, which consisted only of a warm smile.

“I was playing before you showed up. I’ll play after you leave. Keep your benefits for the next player you meet.” Roger's eyes widened. He couldn't believe I'd reject his offer. For a second, his grip tightened. “You’re brave today,” he murmured. “Is it because you think someone’s going to save you?” Kane. The thought hit me instantly. And I hated that Rogers said it out loud, like he could see it written all over me. “I don’t need saving,” I replied. That part was true. I couldn’t afford to need anyone right now. Rogers hummed again, unconvinced. His hand slid slightly at my waist, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from reacting.

Her heart trembled to recall what happened last time when there was a rogue. She sat down on the nearest chair as she wrings her hands together and taps her foot on the floor anxiously. Damon was the King of the Rogues, then how come there were rogues attacking him. Fred and Kayla must be with him. She just hope the three of them would be back safe and sound. Her heart was beating fast as she gnawed at her lower lip with her brows furrowed. After what felt like ages but was barely two hours when she heard footsteps approaching.

I teased, brushing my fingers through his beard as he hovered over me. Rogers grinned, all wolf and ego. “You looked too damn good at dinner. Couldn’t get my mind off you.” I let out a soft moan as his lips trailed down my neck. I made sure to make all the little sounds that drove him crazy. I didn’t love him — not even close — but I knew how to control him. All the brothers were violent and unpredictable, but Rogers was the easiest to manipulate. His weakness? Warm skin. Soft kisses. A woman who pretended to adore him.

"What's wrong?" I staggered forward and fell into his embrace. "Alpha Blackwood," I said, breathing in sharp bursts. He's attempting to pull me along. I had to leave, but Ronan is battling him." With a flash of rage in his eyes, Luca drew me in and held me tightly. A whisper, "You're safe now," he said. "I've got you." I had a wave of security as I stood there, encircled by Luca's arms. I knew it was just temporary, however. Alpha Blackwood would do whatever it took to achieve his goals.

“You’re imagining things. Mi.. Miguel” Miguel stepped closer. Inches now. So close that Steve could feel his minted cigarette breath, mixed with his cologne on his face. “Am I?” Steve felt heat climb up his neck. But he didn’t back away. “What if I do?” he said, almost a whisper. “What if I did like you?” Miguel didn’t blink. “Then maybe, just maybe,” he said, voice almost kind, almost cruel, “you’d stop trying to impress me by breaking someone already bent.”

I smirked walking away, leaving them fuming. My lips tugged in a huge smile as I tried to think of a way to get her. Rose's POV: I was laying on the bed feeling damn tired and miserable. My heart was of two parts, I wanted my mate, I wanted to have him myself and not let anyone touch him, I wanted to feel the feel of owning him but I couldn't, The thought that if only I was a bit stronger or had a good background enough to support him, so I can keep him but the reality was so cruel, I have nothing and I can never have him.

In the original story, she helped Adrian reclaim his Alpha title, their packs merged through a mating alliance, and they held their Mating Ceremony and lived happily ever after. The thought made my chest ache in ways I couldn't describe. I forced myself to stay calm, repeating it over and over: I'd already changed the story. The ending would change too. Seven years of being together — of building something real, something steady — couldn't be erased by Serena's arrival. I looked at Adrian. His eyes met mine — frantic, searching. His attention wasn't on her at all. He was fighting to get up, staring in my direction. "I'm fine. Leave me — Save Mira first."