Steve Rogers Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Eventually, he’ll die, but my primary focus is helping Tatiana heal. In the meantime, we make this fucker suffer.” The way Roger’s gaze darkens tells me he likes the idea more than ever, but I have to wonder what percentage of what he’s saying is true. Sure, he doesn’t want Christopher to do this to someone else, but I fully believe he wants to paint the streets with his blood for a very different reason. Is it possible Roger cares deeper for Tatiana than I may have thought? I shake the thought away. No, Roger and Tatiana despise each other. This is revenge, plain and simple.

She asked further. I paused for a moment when I heard the nurse asked my relationship with Roger. I know he’s my student and I was the one who wanted to keep that relationship because I was afraid of falling in love with him. But I was already falling for him. I know that. I could feel that. I tried shaking the feeling away but instead of shaking it off, it’s trying to eat me from the inside out.

She questioned the only man who even after the mistreat she got from the Alpha respected her, she stared at him in confusion, he looked like he was trying to find a right time to blast a bomb on her. Finally after a long time of struggling with himself he sighed, "You don't have to come to serve the Rogue tomorrow." Alice's eyes slightly widened at his exclamation, she felt like her heart fell in her gut, the weird feeling of not be able to meet him hit her. She had no idea if it was sadness or something else. "But why?" The beta for a second frowned at her panicked figure, she almost looked desperate to meet that rogue but why? She should be happy that her life wouldn't have any threat anym

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

These logical conclusions were not at the forefront of Margaret’s mind because her mind was dominated by the sight before her Then, she heard a scream - Stella’s scream coming from the room close to the fire. Her animal pushed through and the red wolf came into full view before three of the imaginary rogues pounced her way. One of the unshifted rogues was screaming condescending remarks at her, telling her how irresponsible of a mother she was being to her child who was trapped.

The rogues, Leo and Valerie were all sitted across the river, watching the beautiful birds singing... and also the trees dancing slowly to the rhythmic feel of the wind as it blows... “You haven’t told us why you both are out here as rogues.” Joyce one of the female rogues said. Every one of the rogues turned around and looked at the two love birds waiting for the tale of their exile. “We weren’t exiled by our pack members, in fact, we escaped from the pack.” Leo said to them all.

Smith growled, keeping an irritated look on his face. "Hey, not my Dorothy" Alex retorted with a serious look on his face. Dorothy Martinez is a Beta werewolf and Alex's mate. The duo met during shifting on a full moon and that was the beginning of the love story. You can say that they were a perfect match from heaven. Dorothy is a wild and crazy wolf who takes risks without any care in the world while Alex on the other hand is a calm and calculated guy with a stunning ability to stay effortlessly tranquil amid chaos. Alex's personality was the complete opposite of Smith's which makes people wonder how the two managed to pull off their friendship for a very long time despite the personality

“Steven’s death doesn’t change anything. If you need us, we’re here for you. Also, you’re young …” “Please, stop. Don’t say it.” “I need to,” Rodger continued. “Don’t turn your heart away from love if it finds you again. Promise me that you won’t close yourself off. Be open to love … someone else.” I nodded as tears rimmed my eyes. “Thank you,” I said, giving him a slight smile. “You’ve always been very kind to me. You’ve been like a father to me over the years. I hope you know that.”

Jack’s still lying, moaning, I don’t have the strength to get near. I try to run and after sometime the piercing pain confounds me, I can only stagger through the streets, the blood running down my two wounds. I fall down in front of a store, the light is on. I howled longly, my brothers, my life, fuck! I wanted so much to go back fighting. MAGGIE I finished the medical report that was missing yesterday of Buggy’s surgery. Buggy is a Siberian Husky I was able to save yesterday, just by thinking of Miss Evans sobbing if she lost her best friend, I don’t even want to think about it.

Her instincts screamed, feet backing away slowly, breath catching in her throat. One lunged. She screamed—and then suddenly— A blur of black fur crashed into the attacker mid-air. A massive black wolf with silver eyes, twice the size of the others, snarled with a guttural sound that shook the air. From the distance, golden eyes watched from the rooftop. The rogue Alpha. His fists were clenched. His chest rose and fell in frustration. He was going to save her. But he was too late. That bastard beat him to it.