Steve Rogers Novels & Stories

He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right. Maggie ‘Smoke' Rollins was Willow's choice for personal protection. With her dark red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, she looked like a sexy cartoon character. But her list of qualifications was as long as my right leg. Her Australian accent was a lilting song of obscenities and inventive epithets I'd never heard before. "You know their call signs. I'm Roger," the man in the front called. As bland a call sign as his descriptions. He had medium brown hair, dark eyes, and ruddy skin. The thing that saved him from sinking into obscurity was the light in his eyes.

Steve asked, "Roger Morgan, he was an engineer, he started the company with your father, and I purposely seek a Personal assistant job from the company, and I thought when you lost your wife, you will get married to me, but Instead, you went ahead and got married to Saraphina, well, I don't have a problems with whoever you might got married to but the main Issues her Is that we need to solve Is the company" Naomi said, "I don't know what you are talking about" Steve said confusedly, "tell me how much do you need?" Steve asked,

The ones that had taken me from my pack smelled bad, like rotten meat, and old blood, just like I've heard rogues smelled. The rogue King? He's a rogue... why would he help me though? I made a mental note to look for him and thank him later. I stood, uncertain if I'd make it out alive, but I had to. I had to try. "I'll show you what the rogue King can do. You'll be sorry you ever crossed paths with me, you fucking rogue!" he says as he lunges at him, biting his neck. The other rogue gets thrown across the car and smashes onto the tree behind me, making me shriek and cover my head.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

“Don’t touch him, Mr. Rogers, sir.” Rogers stopped. He looked at me like I’d grown two heads. “You’re siding with him?” He jerked his chin at Carl. “An American? The guy who might end up betraying you?” Carl snorted. “We’re not friends, Rogers. But even I have standards. I don't randomly betray people. I help them,” he said and pocketed the phone. Rogers’ face twisted. “You think this ends here? You think one video protects you? I have lawyers. I have connections. You will hurt yourself!”

She hesitates before taking the call. "Hello..." comes a voice that sounds way too familiar. She quickly lowers the volume. "Wait... you're willing to help my dad get back on his feet after what happened?" she yells out, grabbing everyone's attention. I watch her smile as she ends the call. "Get ready to fall, Rose. Mr. Roger is willing to help us... just you wait." Wait... Mr. Roger? The biggest investor in LA? How is that possible?

"But let it happen anyway." A wooden stage had been built at the front of the clearing. Ragnar stood on it, tall and commanding, dressed sharp—every inch the Alpha the Moon Goddess had carved him to be. My stomach twisted so violently I thought I might be sick right there behind the stage. "You're shaking," Kendrick muttered beside me. "I'm fine," I lied. "You don't have to do this." "Yes I do." And I meant it. If I backed out now I would go back to being locked behind that silver door, without ever knowing how long I would be locked up.

He was feeling like a complete idiot at that time. Rick walked up to Rodger and said "So, you came here to kill me, did you? What have I ever done to you to make you take such action against me?" Rodger almost spat at Rick before saying "You are the reason my friend Robin Wright is in prison! You are also the reason I and my business associates are loosing money hand over fist the world over! You deserve nothing less than death!"

Catherine asked. "I'm waiting for the last half an hour Ms. Catherine." Mr. Steve spoke and Catherine gasped. She forgot about it. "Mr. Steve, I'll call you in a minute." She cut the call and walked up to Rasmus. "Would you be able to complete this all on your own as I've to go home now, and I've covered half of my topics?" She asked hurriedly. He didn't even raise his head to look at her. "No." That was his plain reply.

"What are those?" "These are letters between my father and Sir Hugo Waverly. Ones that will prove he was a spy who helped destroy a Scottish uprising ten years ago." Rosalind stared down at the letters and then up at him. "You had no idea these existed, did you?" Her hesitation made him strangely relieved. She thought he'd come after her for some lettersand then the rest of what she'd said sank in.