Steve Rogers Imagines Novels & Stories

Calvin replies trying to convince me at alls cost that the days I would be in New Jersey, Rico Lopez, one of the owners of the gym where I train, can support Maggie if she feels something because of the pregnancy. He can only have lost his mind, this guy is crazy? He wants me to get to the fucking road and leave my seven month pregnant wife with my babies under Lopez’ care? Calvin can only be joking with me by suggesting something absurd like this. I became completely rude and end up making Calvin see how much his suggestion has angered me.

One of them laughed darkly, clearly enjoying the fear in my eyes as they surrounded me. “Stop,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “Please, just stop. I’m begging you.” But they didn’t stop. They moved in closer, their bodies pressing against mine. I was trapped. There was nowhere to go. No way to escape. And just when I thought I was lost, when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, a voice rang out—loud, firm, and filled with fury. “How dare you touch my prey, you sons of bitches?” The rogues froze, their eyes snapping toward the voice. A figure stepped into the alley, and I felt a wave of recognition wash over me.

she giggled again and I forced a laugh because I highly doubted that. Michael Rover was never going to be whipped for me. Not even in the next decade to come.

The enforcers gave us a moment of privacy, standing far enough away to grant the illusion of space while staying close enough to intervene if needed. "I will find a way to get you out of this," Zane said, he was clearly pained. His hands framed my face like I was something precious he was terrified of losing. "I swear on everything I am, I will break this contract." "Do not do anything that gets you killed," I begged. "Echo needs you. I need you more." "What if killing Marcus is the only way to free you?" He was only half joking. The Rogue King lived close to violence and he would cross that line for me without hesitation.

The man that radiates insanity starts to laugh hysterically at my proposal. “No! Jamie! Leave her alone or I swear I will-!” The man interrupts him as if he is nothing but a speck on a wall. “Roger what do you think? I mean I know I wouldn’t mind playing with her, she is beautiful, would go for millions if we were to sell her. I wouldn’t mind letting this sorry excuse go, for a beauty like this one.” Roger stands there blank faced, as if he is trying to hold himself back, he has his arms crossed over his chest almost too tightly.

he said gratefully. “It’s the least we can do. We owe it to the humans,” I replied modestly. ”Oh, so modest,” he chuckled in response, but his words quickly faded into the background as my mind drifted elsewhere. Rogers was quiet the talkative but as he spoke I could see the admiration glowing in his eyes. I could see how much he admired me, not just him, but every human. They looked at us like we were heroes destined to protect them, but where we?

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.

Rodgers had actually snapped at me was when I forgot to get him his coffee. Mr. Carl Rodgers has been working at Allan Establishment for nearly 10 years now. He's literally the best boss anyone can ask for. Kind, polite and fair. We all love him. I honestly thought working as the CEO's assistant in such a big company would be hard work but Mr. Rodgers is a really good boss, never burdens me or anything, one of the reasons why I love my job. There was a knock on my door, I get up and open it and there stood Steve, the coffee guy "Thank you so much!" I say with a smile as Steve hands me two cups.

Emmett responds as Roger composes himself and chases after him. “Then you know why we can’t print it” Roger states, taking a seat in front of Emmett’s desk. “It will cause a defamation suit against us.” “Roger” Emmett says, narrowing his eyes at the man in front of him. “You and Stuart have been friends for a long time. I believe you went to university together and the both of you were eyeing the top spot for your class; which you won by a few points. Has he talked to you about Hawkeye?”

In the end, Igor is going to win… I don’t know where my head was when I thought I was going to escape with life. I draw my body back even more, in a ball of fear and desolation, while the wolf comes near me, I try to drag myself on the ground, but the wolf jumps over me. Its hot and imposing body only inches from mine, I close may eyes waiting the moment it will tear my throat apart.