Steve Rogers Peggy Carter Novels & Stories

Roger’s piercing glare could break through steel, and his icy voice could freeze the entire ocean. Moving swiftly, he removed his jacket and covered Karen’s shoulders with it, but her eyes were filled with anger. “You are late.” Roger wanted to cry for not noticing on time that something was going on right inside his building. “I’m sorry.” His voice cracked as he glared at the officers. “Get the damn thing off her wrists.” Onlookers were stunned to see the mighty CEO so vulnerable in front of this little girl.

he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, with your money, silly," she said, smiling at him. "We need to erase the mute girl's existence from this house," she said, advancing toward the wall where the wedding photograph was hanging to take it down. "You are not touching anything," declared Roger, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Why not?" "Because you're not going to change anything in the house." "But why?" "Let me say this clearly: I DON'T HAVE MONEY." "That's a good joke, my love. You're Roger Peterson, the current CEO of the largest jewelry company in the country, and—"

Roger was chatting with one of them, a middle-aged man with bright red hair and a closely trimmed beard. "Connie!" Roger waved me over, and I eased through the people, still holding Sarah's hand. "Connie, this is my friend Steve. Steve, my neighbor, Connie." "It's a pleasure Connie." His voice was soft and kind, and his hand warm as I shook it. "I know Joan and Roger have been wanting to get you here for a while, now." "Thanks, it's nice to be here. This is my partner, Sarah." I watched his reaction, which consisted only of a warm smile.

' After thinking for a good while, he slapped his thighs as he said, "Wasn't she the girl that Christo Rogers invited in personally?" Gary looked at his elder brother. His entire expression had changed. Christo Rogers was Mr. Rogers Sr. that he knew. 'However, isn't Nicole a village girl? Why is Mr. Rogers Sr. giving her such treatment?' Gary thought he would be better off not asking his brother because he was even more confused after doing so. He looked at Ryder and whispered, "Ryder, you're sure you didn't mistake her for someone else?" Ryder gave Gary a miffed look. "I still don't need reading glasses yet; I won't mistake one person for another at the very least!"

Just when things begin to fall in place, the unforgiving world of organized crime seeks to finish an unfinished business as Mili Rogers comes after Bethany to settle scores. Milli Rogers, son of Michael Rogers, a Japan-based businessman and arms dealer. Bethany stepped on his toes in her quest to retrieve her father's asset in his possession after many years. Bethany’s Visit to his father left them bankrupt and eventually caused the death of Michael Rogers. Milli Rogers spent a lot of time researching and gathering information about the Carters. Milli planted spies to keep an eye on Bethany and her entire family while he waited for the perfect time to strike. “I’ll show that bitch she’s noth

He knew the demand would reduce a little with Denzel’s removal, but it was nothing he couldn’t handled. He had planned a closed door meeting with Mr. Rogers. He was also a member of the board. Rogers was among the few that owned ten percent share. Dantley had thought it would be difficult to approach Rogers until Conrad told him otherwise. He had visited Conrad in his home the previous day. Conrad’s wife, Abigail, prepared grilled turkey for the Sunday and they sat on the patio.

“I assume you know why you’re here?” The second man asked her expectantly. “Not quite,” Cara answered in an almost whisper. “My name is Detective Graeme and this is Agent Carter.” The first man motioned to his colleague who was taking a seat opposite Cara. “Can you confirm your job title for us, Miss Jones?” Agent Carter asked, flicking through a file in front of him. “I’m erm... the head of my department in Biochemistry,” Cara spoke nervously.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Her professional competence was undeniable, but she had always despised Sharon. Like Nate, Peggy believed Sharon was utterly undeserving of Carter. She treated her with icy disdain, never once offering a shred of respect. Just then, a soft voice drifted in from the doorway. "What's going on here?" Peggy turned, and the frost on her face instantly melted away. With a smile of polite warmth, she greeted, "Kelly, are you here to see Mr. Biggs?" "Yes," Kelly replied with a gentle nod. "Carter asked me to stop by. What's happening here?"

Not gonna get anywhere with that attitude. “Hey, can I join you two?” said Carter, jogging up to the father-son duo. The boy’s father blinked in surprise before saying, “Wait? Are you Carter Roberts?” “Guilty as charged,” said Carter. The boy was staring up at Carter with eyes as wide as an owl’s. In a whisper, the boy breathed, “Are you really him?” “You’re his favorite pitcher ever,” said the man before he held out his hand. “I’m Steve, and this is Danny. Danny, introduce yourself to Mr. Roberts here.”