Steve Rogers Novels & Stories

Roger repeated his question as he approached us. Caesar pulled me behind him and clenched his fists. “And who are you?” “I'm Roger or as you like to call me ‘Steve Rogers’. You bully me everyday, remember?” Rogers said with a hint of disgust in his tone. “Bully you?” Caesar scoffed. “I don't even know who you are.” “Jenna, are you okay? You can come out if he's hurting you.” Rogers yelled. Okay. That's not good. “I will never hurt my Jenna!” Caesar growled. Before he could lunge for Rogers, I stepped out of hiding and blocked him.

She thought of apologizing for her earlier behavior, or was thanking Lucianne for taking care of Stella a better way forward first, or maybe she should convey her gratitude for giving her and her people a chance? “YOU?!” Greg’s exclamation drew everyone’s attention to him as his look of disbelief fixed on Margaret. Even Reida was looking at Margaret with large, clueless orbs. Margaret went from being vulnerably speechless to frustratingly shocked. Her eyes turned wide and fierce when she spoke to Tate, “You said we were working with rogues!” Tate glanced at Greg before assuring Margaret, “Those are rogues, Mar.” The affectionate way he called her had some effect on calming Margaret down but

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

He was just so incredible sometimes that it was almost hard to accept. I smiled and looked down at our hands, feeling completely and utterly happy again. Now all I had to hope was the Josh just stayed the hell away from us, and I needed to get my butt in gear and find another job. Suddenly, I noticed that he was wearing some sort of black vest thing. I frowned and looked at it again. On the left hand side of it, I spotted a little white stitched label on his chest. S.W.A.T Officer Roger. My eyes widened as I realised that he’d come to my apartment in his uniform. I pressed my chest against his, feeling my excitement bubble up inside my slutty body, as little uniform fantasies immediately sta

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

“Steven’s death doesn’t change anything. If you need us, we’re here for you. Also, you’re young …” “Please, stop. Don’t say it.” “I need to,” Rodger continued. “Don’t turn your heart away from love if it finds you again. Promise me that you won’t close yourself off. Be open to love … someone else.” I nodded as tears rimmed my eyes. “Thank you,” I said, giving him a slight smile. “You’ve always been very kind to me. You’ve been like a father to me over the years. I hope you know that.”

He offers his hand, and I remain paralyzed in my place until he refers to Roger, “Alex Knight…where is he?” Roger, even the gentleman takes a deep sigh and responds calmly, “Well, he is out of town.” The handsome stranger gives him one single nod before he turns his attention back to me. “And this pretty lady -” he waits for Roger for the introduction, and I exclaim, my tone carries grace and composure. “I am the second in command. You don’t have to know my name.” With this being said, I turn to walk away with Roger closely following me.

Her instincts screamed, feet backing away slowly, breath catching in her throat. One lunged. She screamed—and then suddenly— A blur of black fur crashed into the attacker mid-air. A massive black wolf with silver eyes, twice the size of the others, snarled with a guttural sound that shook the air. From the distance, golden eyes watched from the rooftop. The rogue Alpha. His fists were clenched. His chest rose and fell in frustration. He was going to save her. But he was too late. That bastard beat him to it.

Soon, more than thirty wolves were gathered around in human form, sitting or standing in the open area near the pack house. Steve stood in the middle, looking around at the strong, loyal faces that were waiting for him to speak. “Thank you all for coming so quickly,” Steve began, his voice firm and full of authority. "I wouldn’t call you here unless it was very important. I have some news, and we don’t have much time.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “ 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.”

He was standing right in front of me, fully naked, a trace of concern and sadness glinting in his eyes. “Julie...” He gently whispered, trying to touch my cheek with his fingers. “Logan...” It was the last thing I said, before my entire body collapsed, everything fading to blackness.