Steve Rogers Novels & Stories

Roger’s eyes flickered a little. He seemed like he wanted to say something. However, he held back his words after glancing at Stella’s expression. Roger was still reluctant about Stella’s career in the entertainment industry. She even got injured in such a big accident today. In the future… He dared not to think further. At last, Roger stood up and said, “I’ll go and buy some food. Mr. Lane, what would you like to eat?” “I’m fine with anything. Just don’t make it too spicy.”

"How may I help you, sir?" Stabbing a small bite of steak, Randy Brown placed it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed it before saying in an almost friendly tone. "I want to see you boss, Rogers Reaggan."

Robbie's dad's POV ft thought you would be taking the boy with you, sir." Roger said from beside the driver's seat, caressing his beard. I smiled at him and sighed. "How many years has it been since you started working for me, Rogers?" "Six years sir." "And yet you don't know how to play the game? I can't say it's inexperience should I call it lack of common sense or ignoranca?" "Apologises, sir. Please enlighten met

I said. "My name is Kyros and I am your protector. Well, I was your protector when you were born, but I was murdered when you were two but there was something in your mind which seemed unable to forget me," he sighed but I didn't remember anyone called Kyros when I was child. He didn't even have a face. I guess that didn't really help, perhaps if he had a face, I would be able to remember who the hell he was but he was faceless and his voice didn't ring any bells either.

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 must do that as soon as possible. "Guys, I want you to meet a new member of this group, John Stevenson." Roger eagerly announced to his circle of friends. "Welcome, dude!" says one of the boys. Everyone then followed. "We hope we could see your handsomeness often in this place. You're working in one of Uncle Robin's companies, right? May I ask what position?" "He is my old man's right-hand man," Roger said on my behalf. Honestly, I don't know if my position in the company is indeed Robin's right-hand man.

“You’re my visitor? Who are you?” “My name’s Lee Munroe, I’m that boy in the cage you saved.” Steve’s face transformed from a frown to a smile as his eyes raked over Lee. “You sure grew up.” “I never said thank you … what you did for me.” Steve waved his hand in front of his face while shaking his head. “No kid, you don’t owe me a thank you. I’m in here because of the shit I did, going to the cops that night … it was the one good thing I did in my life.”

"I know just the person. Ryan Chase. He is a former military general of the Lycan King's army and an excellent negotiator. He can handle the rogues if need be." "Great." I respond. "set it up." "Consider it done." Steve hesitates. "If you don't mind me saying, Alpha, it's about time you took some time for yourself." I end the call and stand up, rolling my shoulders. Tonight. I'll make tonight count.

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.

Werewolves had to be tough, predators, gutsier than this, and she needed to toughen up, no ifs. Steve was a monster in the mix, fast and lethal, his swipes arcing perfect, each hit connecting like he’d drilled it forever. I sucked in shaky air, a flood of ease hitting as I watched the rogues soaking up more punishment than they dished, their might crumbling against the fighters’ nonstop barrage. “Give ’em hell, Steve,” Sarah muttered next to me, her words a throaty rumble, mouth twisting into a satisfied smirk as she eased up, locked on the rogues as they faltered.