Steve Rogers Hair Novels & Stories

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.

-ZOYA- I try to shove him away, but Ragnar holds me in place, showing me that apart from being immortal, he could also be a fucking wall. His hand slides down to my waist, holding me firmly against him. All the bravado I felt a few moments ago dissipates into thin air. No doubt, when he tilts my chin, forcing me to look into his hypnotizing gold eyes, he sees the fear in mine. "Your ideas of rebellion have room for questioning." He scoffs, taking off a pin from my hair. Then another, until all the pins are gone from my hair and scattered on the ground and my hair is falling down my bare shoulders.

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.

“It is understandable, you are nee here, i an so ahooy you got hired, Rogers was already getting on everyone’s neeves because he was being cranky about not having a personal assistant, it was even almost like he was getting too desperate.” “Oh wow, i was nit aware of that.” “Yes he was. But i am hapoy he had one nwo. How are you enjoying the company? And by the way, you look so damn beautiful and cyrvy in that gown.” “Oh, this is an old outfit but thank you and um about the compnay, damn this olace is huge and i keep on missing my ways.” “Have you aftuvated geographical positioning system on your business i watch?” “Nope, what does it though?”

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

It felt as though Rogers was fighting for our love. I gazed at him, the least thing he has said since all this started it made me feel happy. Her eyes darted from Rogers to me, as she moves closer as glaring at me and I stepped forward meeting her glare head on. Her eyes sparkled with anger and resentment she dragged my hair with both of her hands. "If she can't leave then I'm going to kill her," I felt my hair was going to be pulled out from theroots,.I gasped for breath trying to break free from her grip,.it was so tight that my skull was beginning to hurt.

"I would also make a lot of money from this so please, let me continue to carry out my…. " The scientist's statement was cut short in surprise when he saw Rogers change form rapidly into a full werewolf. He felt his heart race harder as though was ready to escape into and out of his mouth. Rogers didn't care about the scientist's protests. He hates talkativeness as it irritates him. Without wasting more time he surged forward towards him and pierced his Long wolf claws right into his neck and the scientist crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around his head. When Rogers saw that the scientist was still struggling for his life, he crouched down before him and all his painful struggles ended

I asked, watching my reflection. “You're going to look incredible,” Ross said from the chair beside me, his own hair already half-foiled. “You're not even getting the same color.” “I'm getting black. It's a whole different vibe.” An hour later, I stared at myself in the mirror, warm copper waves where my usual dark hair had been, and felt something in my chest loosen slightly, like I'd shed a layer of something heavier than hair. “Well?” Ross asked, running a hand through his own newly dark hair.

, a human knight informed them as he entered the room. He was tall, with red hair and a strong tan. A large scar, made by a sword marked his face. The thing that made Alexis be intrigued by him was the unintimidated stare he gave Alastair. Normally, soldiers cowered in-front of Alastair, but he didn't seem to care that he stood before the notoriously violent king. "Let them in Roger" Alastair also spoke comfortably to the soldier, despite the fact that he was human. Roger left and just as he did Alexis stared at Alastair with curiosity, he gave her a glare and she quickly looked ahead at the door that opened, she didn't notice the blush on Alastair's face.

His face looked like it had been carved. From his high bridge nose to his chiselled jaw. He had brown curly hair. But he was nowhere near Rodrigo. Rodrigo is indeed handsome, he has features of a Greek god. “You must be Hillary, oh you're even more beautiful than I expected.” He said while stretching his hand for a handshake. I looked at Rodrigo and he didn't have death glares in his eyes so I shook him. “Who are you?” “Oh where are my manners, I'm Greg. I'm a good friend of Rodrigo.” I smiled when he said it.