Steve Rogers Fanfic Novels & Stories

Her eyes flickered with doubt for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Like I said Chris, it's too late now, and you will never understand. The rogues will take care of you, and with Elias by my side, nothing can stop us." As if on cue, Elias stepped forward, a sinister smile etched across his face. "You should have stayed out of our way, Chris. But you had to meddle in our plans. Now, you'll pay the price." He spat as he straightened his bone. The rogues tightened their grip on me, their snarls echoing through the night. Helplessness washed over me as I realized the gravity of the situation. I had underestimated Lucy's desperation and the lengths she was willing to go to for a

Steve's hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, he traced the lines of my waist, my hips, grabbing my ass, sliding his arms between my thighs, rubs my skin with a gentle touch. “I want to taste all of you.” “Ah, Steve, do so, harder,” I begged. He chuckled darkly, his eyes burning with desire. “As you wish, my pretty damsel.” He said. Steve moved between my legs, his hard cock standing tall and proud. I gasped. “Is that thing still hard?” He winked at me. “We have an unfinished business.” He replied with sinful delight. “Meet my right-hand man, just as you left it.”

Steve sent through the mental link to his men as they all drove up toward the territory boundary—toward the waiting horde of mindless, flesh-eating rogues. Emma was fervently praying to the moon goddess—a deity she didn't even believe in—that she and Steve wouldn't end up like Sleazy, a pack member who had been torn apart by rogues while attempting a supply run just weeks earlier. The memory of his mangled remains haunted her still, the images flashing before her eyes as the Alpha accelerated the motorcycle forward.

“My King; it turns out that the Rogue’s have attacked again while we all have been occupied with the delivery. I’ll go and fill out this paperwork with the Queen to officially name your daughter, but they are requesting your aid as soon as possible. You may want to open your link to your beta too; he has some news that doesn’t sound too good.” I went running at that, doing just what the doctor told me to do as I picked up my pace. ‘-and then I’m going to shove the other leg up your ass and use you like a puppet if you continue to block me.’ Axel was cussing up a storm at me, having caught him mid rant for blocking him out through the link. ‘Axel; I’m here, what’s up.’ ‘Fucking Rogues is what

Rogers muttered, bending his neck over to lock tongues with her again. They smirked at me as I had nothing to do but cry a river of tears. “I bet your people are tired of you. I would be too,” Stella laughed. “You see, Anna,” Rogers stepped forward. “I needed to get close to you. Real bad. Each day I had dreamt of ruling this great pack. The Bond moon pack,” he stated, raising his arms in the air. “How was I supposed to do that other than charming the gullible daughter of the dead Alpha,”

Roger laughs, shaking his head as he lowers me to the ground and lays the length of his body next to me, curving his shoulders over top of my chest so that he can lower his face until his lips are so close to mine I can feel his breath against me. “I’m not thinking about Ella right now,” Roger says, nudging me with his nose. And then he slides a hand under my shirt, across the skin of my stomach, moving upwards. “And I’d prefer it if you weren’t either…” I laugh, leaning my head back and giving in to him as Roger kisses my neck. “Let me show you,” he murmurs, “some of the things I wanted to do that day…” And, taking a deep breath and covering my eyes with one hand – hoping to hell that Ella

Then slowly, his furious eyes shifted back to Katherine, who was staring at him with narrowed gaze. Stepping forward, she gently placed a hand on Ariana’s arm to move past her. Ariana let her. She squared her shoulders and stood in front of Mr. Rogers,’. “What’s going on, Mr. Rogers? What did I do to make you so angry with me?” He laughed bitterly. “You happened,” he snapped. “You and that goddamn boyfriend of yours, Myles. The runaway accountant you’ve been secretly planning with to rob this company!”

A wave of panic threatened to sweep me away. I let out a shaky, hysterical laugh. "You’re sitting there, perfectly calm, having a conversation with me and telling me you’re going to torture and murder me when I’ve never done a thing to you." "Yes." He said, plainly. "You were my friend, Steve. At one point, you asked me to be your girlfriend. Don't you remember any of that?" He cocked his head to the side, staring at me in such a creepy disturbing way. "You were supposed to be mine, you belonged to me. Roberto swore it to me." He said.

"That's right! I'm a beast, and you're being eaten by the beast." Roger wasn't angry about Aretha's cursing, but rather excited. Just being able to make love to Aretha, no matter how much Aretha scolds him, he will accept it. Roger did not understand himself. He is a man who holds all the power in his hands, Roger can have as many women as he wants, but why should he spoil a fiendish little elf-like Aretha? And he couldn't help but be mesmerized by her sharpness? Even making love to Aretha gave Roger satisfaction.

she slapped my hand away, then stomped inside her room. I turned my phone on and was greeted by several texts from Simon. 'I am sorry to bother you, Sebastian, but I have bad news. Crestwood Hotels and co. stole Steve Rogers from us. I think the corporate rat is behind this. call me later so we can discuss the details.' Simon said. I groaned and typed a quick reply to Simon. This was no good. The spy was ruining the company's chance to progress further. We have to catch him sooner than later.