Steve Rogers Novels & Stories

He paused and glared hard at me, trying to pry open my fingers on his torso. “Stop now, and tell me who he is?” I asked him calmly, suppressing my anger, and took a deep breath in the end. “Lauren’s first trainer, Vincent. Remember that military retire guy? He was the first one who tried to kill Lauren during a practice match.” Caellum yelled aloud. My blood went cold. How could I forget that person? Steve Rogers… A veteran and highly skilled in martial arts. Lauren was only seven at that time. I slowly moved my gaze to the person lying on the floor.

Loyal and ready to burn the world for her. She nodded. “Thank you.” Then she turned back to Mr. Rogers, who was grinning. “I’ll do it,” she said. “But tell me… who’s the man?” His smile dropped. “Oh, he’s very well known for his ruthlessness and coldness. The type who doesn’t forgive debts or people.” He stepped closer and whispered the name like a death sentence. “Massimo Hollingsworth.” Katherine froze. It felt like the air had been punched out of her lungs.

Her entire face lit up, and she nodded. “Yeah, Roger... he is human, and in charge of the negotiations happening right now to prevent a massive war. I was pissed at matty, but when Roger explained to me that he was doing it to ensure we could have a peaceful future, I was on board...” She said, and I admired that human. He was brave.

From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself. A rogue tries to flee. Ragnar's scythe spins out of his hand, decapitating him, but he doesn't kill him, I notice, just as someone knocks me down and just like that, I'm carried into the heat of the battle again. Ryker, on the other hand, blurs between wolf and human, leaving dead men in his wake till the last of the rogues stands. "Who sent you?" Ryker asks. I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold.

And later, Keegan joined the team. Dismissing the team, I looked at my 7-year-old nephew who were busy drawing in her cabin next to my cabin. Mark Rogers was out of my vision. "Mark Rogers is a human. What is so wrong with him?" I was calm. He is nothing but a business that offers other rich people bodyguard with private investigator for more security. It is his living. "He is a busy person... And you don't know him. Why he is here?" She glared at me.

She asked as she noticed the ring on his finger. “Yeah…I am.” Steve replied. “I guess…you don’t have a happy home right?” She asked. “Yeah…I apologize for the way I went off you last night, honestly I just couldn’t control myself.” Steve muttered sadly. “It’s fine…at least I enjoy it…you’re so good in bed!” She exclaimed. “What the hell….” Steve said to himself. “You nearly died last night…and you aren’t even bothered!” Steve said in disbelief. “Well.. I’m not dead.. so cut the crap.” She said blatantly. “Seeing your face clearly now…I know you, you’re MR STEVE PARKER, the CEO of RUSEL LTD.” She added.

Kristen patted his shoulder a little and then whispered something beside his ear they couldn't hear it, which aroused Veronica's curiosity a lot, but she concluded that he thanked him, but he is ashamed to thank him in front of them in public. They headed towards the exit, but everyone stopped to look in amazement!! Except for Kristen, his expression changed to coldness and mystery, Steve was standing in front of the exit gate and putting his hands in his pockets, is it possible that he came to visit or forgive? Roger said, "What's up, Steve?" He stared at them all, then his eyes stopped on Kristen, and they exchanged cold looks until Steve said seriously: "I have to tell you something impor

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Just as I was about to unleash a commotion that broke loose in the hallway, Nick barged into the room followed closely by Cat who had her hand on her hips unimpressed by his presence. “Boss, sorry to barge in but we have a problem at the clubhouse”. Nick glared at Cat as she pushed past his shoulder. “Get out the pair of you” she growled. “It's okay Cat, by the sounds of things the Rogues have yet another drama, no doubt it’s because their Alpha is incapable of leading a pack”. Vivian yawned suddenly looking disinterested in what was occurring around her. “See you later Fiancee” I grinned “don’t forget to show Cat your ring”