Steve Rogers Imagines Novels & Stories

"I owe him a lot for guiding me through this journey." 'Where did you meet Roger again?' Richard asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowing. I paused for a moment, reminiscing about the day our paths crossed. 'He came to me unexpectedly, just when I was at my lowest point. I was lost and confused, unsure of how to control my newfound abilities. But Roger saw something in me—something that no one else did. He believed in me and took me under his wing, guiding me towards understanding and mastery. It was a chance encounter that changed my life forever.'

Rogers muttered, bending his neck over to lock tongues with her again. They smirked at me as I had nothing to do but cry a river of tears. “I bet your people are tired of you. I would be too,” Stella laughed. “You see, Anna,” Rogers stepped forward. “I needed to get close to you. Real bad. Each day I had dreamt of ruling this great pack. The Bond moon pack,” he stated, raising his arms in the air. “How was I supposed to do that other than charming the gullible daughter of the dead Alpha,”

There will be times where she still despairs about it but we are here to help her through it. END OF FLASHBACK I pushed those thoughts away as I made my way to the holding cells. I stopped in front of a cell. ‘I never imagined you paying me a visit, Rosé’ ‘Steven… being behind bars is a nice look on you’ ‘I not sure I agree with that’ he chuckled ‘but it’s what I deserve so I won’t complain’ ‘Was it really worth it?’ ‘Am starting to wonder that myself’ ‘You’re a smart guy. Surely you couldn’t have thought this was going to work? Taking over humans? Come on that’s a pipe dream’

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

" I heard Colin Rogers applied for a job here" I mention. " Oh, yes he did." "I'm sure you're aware that Mr. Rogers has a...history. I'd advise you to be cautious in considering his employment here. It would be quite...unfortunate if your company were to suffer any tarnish to its reputation." Mr. Steven's expression suddenly darkens. He leans forward, lowering his voice. "Are you suggesting Mr. Rogers may bring a stain to our company?"

“Do you think Mr. Garry will kneel before you? Roger’s handsome face was showing utter disbelief. “If you’re going to dream, then do it somewhere else! “Who do you think you are?! “You want Mr. Garry to kneel before you?! “He’s one of the outskirts’ top ten talents! He got here through hard work and determination! “He’s a true King of Arms!”

“You know that means you’ll have to stay late.” “Yeah,” I respond, looking from him to Brielle, as once again I feel that suspicion about the way the boss kind of resembled what I could see of that masked bastard’s face. “But I’m a bit nervous.” “Why would you be nervous?” Mr. Rogers asks, beginning to mess with the soundboard. “Do you suspect that I’ll do something to you?” “Not me,” I counter, unable to shake off my thoughts. Was it too far-fetched to think that maybe the two were one in the same?

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."

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

This was going to be very interesting. Inside Hiller’s Enterprises, in the dark paneled boardroom that doubled as Mr. Rogers’ war room, Mr. Rogers stormed back and forth. His round belly jiggled beneath his suit as he paced furiously, eyes burning holes through the two hulking men standing stiffly in front of him. “How?” he roared, jabbing a finger at them. “How does a half-dead boy, with an injured foot, escape two grown men built like refrigerators?!”