Steve Rogers X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

"Stop trying to kill yourself. If you keep doing this, I won't care about you anymore." His patience was limited. "I'll get to the bottom of this. As for Angie, I won't believe everything she says. I know what kind of person she is, but I'll investigate you too." With that, Theodore left the room. - By now, Steve could already stand up. He tried to lift his leg and take a step forward. Rosalie reached out to support him, ready to catch him at any moment. "Justin, look! Steve can stand now!" She immediately wanted to share this good news with Justin.

Kevin also went away from me. “Shit,” I mumbled. I removed my helmet and smash it to the ground. The two close friends I have just walked away from me. Moreover, the Doctor examined Roger’s ankle. Unfortunately, after the result of the x-ray, he suggested that it would take at least two to three months before Roger could walk back properly. Roger couldn’t help but gritted his teeth in disappointment. His anger and hatred towards me exploded. He called his parents to ask for five million dollars.

So I closed my eyes and listened. "There's a lot of blood and hate. People are running, hiding." His voice dropped to a low octave. "There are two lovers amidst all this anarchy. They plan to get away from their backwards town." I could hear his heart beating hard as I moved my head closer to his chest. Not wanting to break the spell of the story, I stayed silent and waited for him to continue.

She got angry when she heard Weston say all those things just now, but then again, she had no intention of just leaving the issues between them as it was, much less completely kicking Weston out of her life. Meanwhile, upstairs, Weston watched as Stella and Hayden disappeared into the distance. He finally looked away, and there were no discernible signs of agitation in his expressions at all. Still, Roger could tell at a glance that he was only concealing it. He jeered, “It’s unbearable, isn’t it? Doesn’t it hurt so much that you think you’re gonna die? And yet you can’t say a single word about it.” That was exactly what Roger went through in the past.

He pushed to stand, but they were on him like lightning, holding him flat, talons gouging his limbs, crimson soaking into the earth. Steve’s expression contorted in agony, eyes flaring with fury, thrashing to break loose, but the rogues weighed him down, their mass crushing. My ticker skipped, terror freezing me solid, echoes of Liam’s power, his form wrapping mine in the sheets, worthless here as I stood rooted, witnessing Steve’s fight. In a swift, unified rush, the rogues piled on, talons ready, jaws snapping, their teeth a breath from shredding skin. Steve bucked, but the numbers overwhelmed, blows raining down, teetering him on the brink of the void.

The rogue had a sinister smile on his face, as if he didn't wish to live anyway, so nothing could scare him anymore. "I had no intention. I just wanted some money, alpha. Stop wasting your precious time investigating this small issue." The rogue said with a hollow laugh and coughed some more. Stephen's beta did some work. The tension in the room was palpable, the air heavy with the weight of the situation. Stephen's fists clenched as he struggled to contain his anger. His instincts as an alpha and a protector surged within him, battling against the urge to unleash his wolf and tear the truth from the rogue's lips.

Then slowly, his furious eyes shifted back to Katherine, who was staring at him with narrowed gaze. Stepping forward, she gently placed a hand on Ariana’s arm to move past her. Ariana let her. She squared her shoulders and stood in front of Mr. Rogers,’. “What’s going on, Mr. Rogers? What did I do to make you so angry with me?” He laughed bitterly. “You happened,” he snapped. “You and that goddamn boyfriend of yours, Myles. The runaway accountant you’ve been secretly planning with to rob this company!”

Cursing, he curled up his body from the painful impact of her assault. Steve picked up the chloroform-soaked rag and threw off his fancy shoes and jacket. “Son of a bitch!” He was as angry as a rattlesnake, and threw all caution to the wind to keep her in his sight. Damn, she’s quick, and much better prepared to hike through this steep and rugged terrain than me. Too afraid to lose her again, he picked up the pace even more. He had a clear image of Dr. Chappo ready to slice off his balls if he came back empty-handed. ****

“He has a history with a rogue attack that happened three years ago. According to the records, he does have a mother and son—ones he never takes responsibility for. He gambled off everything they had left.” “That’s not true!” Steve yelled, trying to lunge forward, but the chains bit into his wrists and yanked him back in pain. “Look,” Ste-phen leaned closer, resting both elbows on his knees. “We can make this fast and simple. Or I can take it to the next level. Trust me, it’s been a while since I used what’s inside my head… Wanna know what that looks like?” It wasn’t just his words that broke Steve. It was the stare—dead on, eyes glowing reddish-gold, radiating an aura that screamed only one