Steve Rogers Hair Novels & Stories

“...and safety can only be assured if you all cooperate.” My skin flushed under his piercing gaze. My body shuddered with unbearable heat until Azira spoke, snapping me into calm for a moment. “It seems this time, the Rogues came with a fiercer strategy than before. Alpha Ryker wasn't looking this stressed years ago when he defeated their King.” “Who could be leading the Rogues this time?” I questioned inaudibly, clasping my sweaty palms. “I don't know, but when the war broke out, there was a wolf who stood beside the Rogue king. He had jet black hair that was braided into rows. He looked very young yet mature. That's all I could see about him before we were chased into the safe room.

“So do it…” “I will. I think I know just what to do.” “I can't believe you lied about Antonio having straight hair.” Steven said, as he saw the Alden Kings Inc. building come into focus. “Was that important? Just thought I'd mess with you, City Boy. Why this obsession with his hair? “I could care less about that scumbag right now. What I'd really love now is to drive a punch through his skull.” Steven said. “I feel you, City Boy. But I doubt Marie would wait till you're done serving a sentence.”

The next morning, Virginia approached Rosa with a determined expression on her face. "Rosa, I need you to cut my hair short," she requested, surprising the older woman. Rosa's eyes widened in disbelief, but as she met Virginia's resolute gaze, she understood that this was something Virginia had thought through. ‌ Reluctantly, Rosa nodded. "If this is what you truly want, Virginia, then I will do it for you." She fetched a pair of scissors and began to carefully trim Virginia's long locks, transforming them into a short and practical hairstyle.

Dangerous men who wanted to own me. The door creaked open, and I didn't turn around because I knew that scent, expensive bourbon and something sharper underneath, something that always meant trouble. "Still sulking, Rhea?" Rodger's voice was lazy, amused. "You'll get wrinkles." I looked at him through the vanity mirror and remembered the boy who used to put salt in my tea and spiders in my bed, except now he was taller and leaner with a smirk that could probably charm anyone into anything. He strolled in and kicked the door shut behind him, then picked up a lock of my hair and wound it around his finger like he had every right to touch me.

10' and muscled to the hilt, his shoulders so wide he only just fit through a standard sized door way. Roger worked out a lot and aimed to look imposing and threatening, even when he was just standing around doing nothing. His bla k hair was a little on the long side but easily swept back with some hair gel, as it was now. All the she-wolves walking past him were smiling and batting their lashes at him. He knew he was considered devilishly handsome, with his straight nose, square jaw line and apparently kissable lips, not too thin, not too fat one-she wolf had told him and she'd spent most of her time kissing him, when they'd spent the night together. He also boasted unnaturally long black e

Those sandy blonde hair was pretty common among the students but his was the only one that I recognized. When Roger first came here, the city boy imbedded within him was such a noticeable sight. His hair was all brushed up and tidy giving a nice frame of his face, he looked as if he’s going to a decent private school instead of a public one. He appeared to be one of those kids who could easily fit in no matter type of crowd there is and other than those things, I never really saw anything special about him.

They ran away from me. Argh, my poor hair. "Kei?" calls the guy, who I now know is Steve. "This is all your fault! Gosh, my hair is falling out!" I shouted angrily. Steve frowned in confusion. He then pulled my hand to the side of the school because there was a water pipe there. Steve turned on the water and then helped me clean my hair, which I don't know what it looks like. "I think you need a lot of shampoos," Steve commented, shaking his head slowly.

Just as I was about to unleash a commotion that broke loose in the hallway, Nick barged into the room followed closely by Cat who had her hand on her hips unimpressed by his presence. “Boss, sorry to barge in but we have a problem at the clubhouse”. Nick glared at Cat as she pushed past his shoulder. “Get out the pair of you” she growled. “It's okay Cat, by the sounds of things the Rogues have yet another drama, no doubt it’s because their Alpha is incapable of leading a pack”. Vivian yawned suddenly looking disinterested in what was occurring around her. “See you later Fiancee” I grinned “don’t forget to show Cat your ring”

' Wilson asked in his mind but what ce out of his mouth was; "Morning, sirs!" "At ease, Lieutenant!" Said the muscular middle-aged man. He had a balding head with little gray hair amidst the black. His haircut, like every other soldier he had met, was a crew cut. 'That must be the standard hairstyle that Jim talked about.' Wilson thought, once again, feeling grateful to Jim for the important lessons he gave. Without those lessons, he would have been excessively clueless. 'Wait a minute!' He suddenly thought. 'Does that mean Old Rogers is a soldier?'

I say as evenly as I can. An icy look of fear flashes on Roger's face, and I tilt my head to the side. I give him a blank, emotionless stare as I wait for him to break. "Okay, okay. His name is Hugh. He was a rogue, but he was allowed to join Riverstone. He is part of our group," Roger all but yells out. "And what group would that be," I ask before tilting my head to the other side. I slide the knife down his stomach, and his breath hitches.