Steve Rogers Novels & Stories

Be ruthless and survive. Rogan had saved Luke but Luke was not grateful for this. No, in fact, it was the opposite, he was resentful and fearful. Resentful because he believed that Rogan had stolen his prey and his opportunity to be Alpha, even though the competition would not determine that. Fearful because he had watched a young Rogan slay the rogue. Luke was still young and had not seen life yet. His naïve mind could not properly take the image of the rogue dead and covered in blood. He immediately tagged Rogan as a murderer.

He cracked his knuckles, a subtle but chilling sound that echoed in the confined space. “Three against one? I guest i’m that strong for you to come to me all at once.” he said, his voice low and steady, laced with a confidence that sent shivers down my spine. “But mind you, You’ll regret this,” The first rogue lunged, claws bared and teeth gnashing. Zero sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the rogue by the wrist and twisting it with a sickening snap. The rogue howled in pain, but Zero didn’t stop. He yanked the rogue forward, slamming his knee into the attacker’s gut before tossing him into a pile of trash bags like he weighed nothing.

He quickly shuffles back to the fridge, where he puts it under lock and key. “My apologies,” he staggers, moving back toward his workbench, putting some distance between him and us. “These were the files I was given on the rogues. You can go through them and see if you notice anything I missed.” He passes two manilla folders to us, one named *Rogue one, Sex: male, Age: 32* and the second *Rogue two, Sex: male, Age: 26*. “There are more, but these are the recent ones and with the most information.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Caitlin.” I smiled back. “A pleasure to meet you, too. How do you guys know each other?” “Oh,” Roger said, smiling, “let’s just say we go way back.” “Roger is one of my oldest friends,” Caleb said. “He’s saved my life once or twice.” “More times than that,” Rogers said, laughing. Rose peeked her head out of my jacket, and Roger’s eyes lit up. “Well, hello little fella,” he said, coming over and petting her.

Instead, he hid his true feelings behind a facade of loyalty, waiting for the right moment to make his move. Rogers, in his loyalty to the king, had been ever vigilant and protective of Miller. Even in his sheer wickedness, he had to ensure that he follows the order of the king strictly, which was keeping Miller Alive for now at all costs. After the death of the previous guard, Rogers had taken it upon himself to hire a new guard to watch over him when he was away. The guard, a burly man named Ethan, had a stern demeanor and a reputation for being reliable.

Dr Steve got up and welcomed me with a warm hug, “Max! It’s good to see you again.” “Good to see you too, Doc.” I proceeded to introduce John to him. “This is my friend, John Rhodes of the River Moon Pack. John, this is Dr Steve Grey of-“ “I do know Dr Grey, he’s a legend.” Both men laughed as John extended his hand to Dr Steve who took it and both men shook hands warmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Dr Steve.” “Same here, Mr Rhodes.” “Please just call me John. I’ve heard a lot about you sir and I have to say, a good job well done.”

asked Roger. “Do you know about King… something?” asked Rose. “King?” asked Roger. “Yeah, everyone called him devil boss,” replied Rose. “Oh no! Are you talking about Kingsley Aguilar?” “Yes, him!” said Rose. Her breath grew shaky. “What… what did he do?” Roger gritted his teeth. “No one is allowed to touch you! I will kill him! I will kill him. What did he do?”

Roger was currently the president of the Harver Corporation. However, the Harver Corporation actually belonged to the Harver family. The person who was supposed to own the Harver Corporation was Shantal, not Roger. The tweet also mentioned that Shantal had always treated Roger’s current wife and stepsister well. Shantal’s stepsister had a heart condition and would not have lived past the age of three if not for the help of the Harver family.

Roger entered college at eleven and graduated at fourteen with not only his Bachelor’s degree but also with his business under his father, Giovanni Dawson’s name. By fourteen, he was the richest kid alive, and when he turned eighteen, he became the youngest billionaire CEO. Roger never appeared anywhere as Molly’s son from the age of ten to protect him from enemies. Even though he was tough enough to confront the mafia, his parents believed it was important to guide him towards a path of peace to overcome the shadows of his past.

The protectiveness was ferocious, primal, and utterly personal. From behind the glass, Sabatine felt the speech like a series of physical blows—each one landing on a bruise left by Roland Cross. He watched the board members' faces—the shock, the fear, the dawning understanding that the Anton Rogers who had returned from Geneva was not the one who had left. This man was harder, sharper, and possessed of a cause that went far beyond stock prices.