Steve Rogers Imagines Novels & Stories

“ Someone very close has joined the rogues, he is no longer one of us, and he’s not alone. I have reason to believe he met with other rogue wolves, and they are planning something against me and possibly the rest of us.” Gasps and murmurs spread through the group. “What do the rogues want with us?” someone from the group asked. “They want to bring me down,” Steve said. “And if they can't reach me, they might target people close to me. That’s why we need to act now.” He looked around at the faces of his pack members who were like his family. “As everyone knows, I have always protected this pack, and I will continue to do so. But I can’t do it alone. We need to train harder, prepare faster, an

“Can you feel that?” “Mmhmm,” I say, leaning back and grinning widely. “This is so cool.” Roger says, flopping back onto the bed and staring up into the sky with a wide smile on his face. “Now we can hang out all the time – all day and all night.” “Nah,” I say, leaning back as well and putting my head on his shoulder. “Sometimes I will lock you in dream jail when you piss me off. And then I will come here, and have dream margaritas all by myself.”

Roger’s eyes flickered a little. He seemed like he wanted to say something. However, he held back his words after glancing at Stella’s expression. Roger was still reluctant about Stella’s career in the entertainment industry. She even got injured in such a big accident today. In the future… He dared not to think further. At last, Roger stood up and said, “I’ll go and buy some food. Mr. Lane, what would you like to eat?” “I’m fine with anything. Just don’t make it too spicy.”

Steve sent through the mental link to his men as they all drove up toward the territory boundary—toward the waiting horde of mindless, flesh-eating rogues. Emma was fervently praying to the moon goddess—a deity she didn't even believe in—that she and Steve wouldn't end up like Sleazy, a pack member who had been torn apart by rogues while attempting a supply run just weeks earlier. The memory of his mangled remains haunted her still, the images flashing before her eyes as the Alpha accelerated the motorcycle forward.

“I was playing before you showed up. I’ll play after you leave. Keep your benefits for the next player you meet.” Roger's eyes widened. He couldn't believe I'd reject his offer. For a second, his grip tightened. “You’re brave today,” he murmured. “Is it because you think someone’s going to save you?” Kane. The thought hit me instantly. And I hated that Rogers said it out loud, like he could see it written all over me. “I don’t need saving,” I replied. That part was true. I couldn’t afford to need anyone right now. Rogers hummed again, unconvinced. His hand slid slightly at my waist, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from reacting.

The situation was now becoming intense with everything bestowed on rogers next action. “Should we attack him boss?” one of them whispers to rogers. “NO!” he answers and makes some few steps towards Valentine, everyone froze on seeing this as the environment changed and the mist kept on blurring their view, a cold and light wind blew through them and this implied that it wasn’t safe for them anymore. “Let me out buddy, this guy is really pulling my nerves!” Cadis says to Valentine. “You have killed one of our own werewolf, we don’t wish to fight you” Rogers says as everyone else feels so disappointed as he spoke, they were itching to strike on the werewolf and avenge Lucas death at that point

“I have a car, so if you want Steven’s, I won’t object.” Rodger crossed the room, forcing a kind smile. “No, you go ahead and keep it,” he said, then patted my arm. “We’ll make a list, as you asked, and then maybe we can get together to talk about this calmly.” Stephanie tried to object, but he stopped her. “Come on, dear. Let’s go home.” “We’ll be at the hotel …” “No, we won’t,” Rodger said, cutting her off. “We’re going home. Maybe we can try and do this again in a few weeks.”

In his place was a man awaiting the door to knock. --- In the damp, perpetual darkness of the London Tube, Sabatine Stalker was hearing the rumors as well. He'd searched through a crumpled paper. The headline was a masterpiece of destruction: ROGERS INDUSTRIES IN FREE-FALL: CEO IMPLICATED IN PROTOTYPE HEIST.

I was a little alert. Seeing me like this, Roger couldn't help curling up the corner of his lips and smiled, "I've asked you to call Shelton. How come you are afraid that I will screw you up? Let me tell you, I'm just a Husky at best. The real wolf is the one behind you." His metaphor sounded somewhat funny. However, I knew that as Roger said, Shelton surely wasn't that simple. I hesitated for a moment. Then I got up, called Shelton, and left with Roger.

There was no longer rage and anger in his eyes, instead there was something which almost made me feel sorry for him. I say 'almost' because when I looked at him I also remembered he was the reason we were about to be attacked by a band of extremely pissed off rogues - though I would expect better of them. It had been nine months since our agreements was finalised so, if I was going to organise an attack, I've had plenty of opportunity to be able to do it.