Steve Rogers Hair Novels & Stories

They only opened when I felt something soft touch my skin. Logan pulled a sweater over my head. My eyes went straight to his face after my head went through the neck opening of the sweater. He was so tall all I could see was his chin and neck. His jaw was so sharp and his skin, spotless, besides a scar on the side of his face.

A loose strand of hair had slipped free from her clip and fallen across half her vision. Winter froze for a second, then brushed it aside. Standing there was Roy, dressed in black from head to toe, a black baseball cap pulled low. Why had Roy’s back reminded her of someone else for that brief moment?

Kevin also went away from me. “Shit,” I mumbled. I removed my helmet and smash it to the ground. The two close friends I have just walked away from me. Moreover, the Doctor examined Roger’s ankle. Unfortunately, after the result of the x-ray, he suggested that it would take at least two to three months before Roger could walk back properly. Roger couldn’t help but gritted his teeth in disappointment. His anger and hatred towards me exploded. He called his parents to ask for five million dollars.

‘Of course, you do. “Alpha, shall we postpone the meeting as you seem to be…” My eyes snapped to him. Opposite me sat a big sturdy man with dark brown skin and a bald head. The hair that should’ve been on his face was on his chin. He had tattoos in random places on his skin and one of his eyes was white. The second one was a reminder that Roger’s eyes used to be hickory brown. The singlet on him was clean but it wouldn’t be for long after what I’d send him to do today.

His moist hair dangled over his forehead, and he was bare-chested. My eyes roamed his frame. Rodrigo was muscular; that wasn't new news, but he looked outstanding this morning. His pecs were sculptured to perfection, and some of the water dripping off his hair ran down the vertical line, demarcating his abs. His pants hung loosely around his waist, exposing his v-cut. I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. “Are you checking me out?” He asked, dabbing his hair with a white towel, my white towel.

I glared at him and started walking away. " Ah…Wait..." I stopped walking and turned around to stare down at him. He avoided my eyes again, " Fine...I'll talk" he mumbled. Clover got off him and smiled at me, " You're welcome" she said and skipped away. I turned my gaze back to the rogue. He scratched his his head nervously, " This is so awkward and weird" he mumbled and sighed. I took the time to look at him well. He had dark hair that looked so untidy from him running his fingers through. His eyes were a light grey and his lips were pale and thin. His nose was not so pointy and his brows were on point. He should be at least 6'0 feet.

The Roger guy was just as Ryder remembered him to be from the will reading. A small town shark, dedicated to the rich men of the town calling the shots. Receding hairline, beady eyes framed by rim wire glasses and a gut big enough to hold swallowed preys, all decked in a thousand dollar suit, he knew the type. Just wasn't sure he was ready to deal just yet. "Daniel Rogers." "You're late." He said coldly, suddenly thinking of Paul and this weasel and getting angry. The only reason he still stood here, breathing the same air as him was because he didn't remember his face from all those cold, torturous nights he hated most.

His guards exchanged slow, cautious glances but remained still, knowing better than to react without his command. "I remember the old you, perfectly built and healthy. But it seems your money has gone to your head...you don’t even bother to watch your own weight anymore." "Rogers," Luis said sharply, his tone low enough to pass as a warning, "that’s enough." Rogers chuckled softly. "Fine, fine… you started it anyway. Let’s talk business," he said. Luis clenched his jaw. He could no longer maintain the fake smile. "So…" Rogers continued, leaning back slightly. "I’m planning to buy some organs from you at wholesale. You know I’m not heartless enough to personally recruit people for harvesting.

We were now at the door or the open cave that had lights at each corner of the wall, which casted a bright glow into the space and made it homely. And as one would expect from Roger, there was a table of food on one end of the wall with comfortable chairs around the table. In the middle of the cave was a round table where Roger sat with a group of men. His eccentric choice of hair color made him stick out from any group of people. When we walked in, faces turned to face us. “You made it!” Came Rogers booming voice, as he got up from his seat. “A neat place you have here.” I said looking around.

Mr Rogers asked again It was like he was talking to a wall at this point because not even a sound came from anyone. "Oh my God, I'm finished! Completely finished! " Mr Rogers put both his hands on his hair. Dragging on it like a mad man The way Mr Rogers was frightened and frustrated showed that the man sent by Mr . A was definitely scary and it made Jasmine want to know more about this Mr. A. What the hell could this man do and who the fuck is he?!