Steve Rogers Hair Novels & Stories

“What a shame.” Roger walked up to me with a twinkle in his eye and proceeded to investigate my scalp by pulling hair left and right. “What are you doing?” I asked as I swatted his hand away. “Looking for antennas,” he giggled. “Asshole,” I giggled back. “I always knew that you were different,” he replied teasingly. “I just never knew how much.” “You might not think this is so funny when they come for you and there’s no one there to protect you,” Dr. Mokena said.

Not only that, her eyebrows had been neatened, her lashes had been tinted and her nails manicured. But most of all it was her hair that amazed her. No longer mousey and unmanageable, wheat-fair highlights had lifted the colour, it now had body, bounce and shape as its slight tendency to curl had been taken advantage of. ‘Like it?’ Mr Roger, the hairdresser, enquired. Alex swung her head and watched her hair sway elegantly. ‘It’s—I can’t believe it. But—’ she turned to him urgently ‘—I won’t be able to keep it looking like this!’

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

I reply. “I like your hair. How it flies around when you’re swinging. ” Steve looks down, and I see a smile making his cheeks move. I’m about two billion degrees. I probably look redder than my hair. Steve is so freaking cute, and he just told me he likes my hair. “Red hair is lame,” I say. “Nah, it’s unique. ” He sits on the swing next to me and starts pumping his legs. “Kind of like pottery. I don’t know anyone else who does that. ”

He was drying his hair with a towel as he looked at Stella, “Why are you back so late? I thought you’d be spending the night outside.” Stella exhaled aloud and shrugged off her jacket before hanging it on the clothes rack. She walked towards him and rubbed his forehead, “Washing your hair in the middle of the night again? Watch out for a headache tomorrow morning when you wake up.” Roger was at least a head taller than her, and she had to tiptoe to reach his forehead. He slung his arm around Stella’s shoulder as they sat down on the couch. “You haven’t told me whose house you just went to?”

He had dark hair in dreadlocks form and a pair of silver colored eyes. Morris on the other hand was a bit shorter than Silver, standing at 5'8 feet. He had blonde hair with a pair of cerulean blue eyes. “ Yo Rogue, wait up” Silver articulated. His hand in his pockets, Rogue turned around and stopped in his tracks a smile gracing his face as he squinted his eyes.

I pointed out. “Your pack was constantly under attack from a neighbouring pack and Steve needed them gone so he went to the rogues for help. They offered him their protection and helped him defeat his enemies and in return he would be on their side and hand over his army when the time came.” Aaron clarified and I growled. How stupid was Steve to strike a deal with the rogues? If he wasn’t already dead, I would have killed him. “Anything else?” I asked Aaron and he shook his head.

I suppose that I won’t know unless I meet him, so here we go. Placing my helmet on top of my motorcycle, I walk inside and can already catch the unknown scent of Rogues inside. I round the corner and spot him immediately; how could I fucking not? He’s tall, with a broad build that lets me know he’s fought for his position; he has dark hair, short and faded and long on top with the piercing blue eyes of a Rogue. Not only that but there’s a scent of True Alpha on him. This actually makes me want to know his story.

That's how fast my love for holidays had gone down the drain. Roxy dyed her hair back to its natural color, black. She said that the old her was gone and she didn't need to keep her hair blonde with pink ends. She actually looks more rogue with black hair, if you ask me. Her relationship with Kye is one that I admire alot. They've had fights over the years but they always sit down like adults and try to solve their issues. They both always find time for each other and that's what makes me happy for the two of them.