Steve Rogers X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

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.

Stella remained silent as well. Riley immediately felt anxious, “What’s going on? Did I say something wrong…?” Stella glanced at her and said, “Don’t imagine things. Roger is just in a bad mood, and it’s not because of you.” “Oh…” Riley still felt uneasy. Seeing Roger sitting alone in front, she couldn’t help but say, “Stella, can you tell me more regarding Robb?” “What about him?” “Just things that he usually likes. I want to avoid angering him.”

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!”

His back was still facing me and he asked, “Who did this to you? Steve?” I could see his fists clench and the way his voice strained to even take Steve’s name. I could feel his anger radiating through the entire room. They said an alpha was always fearsome but the anger that wafted through him scared me a little. “Y-yes” I answered in a stutter.

It felt as though Rogers was fighting for our love. I gazed at him, the least thing he has said since all this started it made me feel happy. Her eyes darted from Rogers to me, as she moves closer as glaring at me and I stepped forward meeting her glare head on. Her eyes sparkled with anger and resentment she dragged my hair with both of her hands. "If she can't leave then I'm going to kill her," I felt my hair was going to be pulled out from theroots,.I gasped for breath trying to break free from her grip,.it was so tight that my skull was beginning to hurt.

It's just weird how people term this as sexuality. Why are you happy to cause someone immense pain? Is either you're a psychopath or a sadist. And who willingly gives herself to such a freak? Unless you're a masochist. I don't know why, but I imagine Christian Grey as Rodrigo. His facial features fit the description in the book. My attention shifted to the front door when I heard some rustling noise. I kept my book on the sofa and walked towards the door. I peeped through the peephole and saw Rodrigo struggling to open the door.

My voice carried, and while I was concerned that someone might interrupt me before I got to take a swing, I couldn't control my temper. "You own nothing, Rogue. You aren't welcome here." His lip curled in disgust, and he snarled as he spoke to me, a speck of spit flying out of his mouth. "That's the beautiful thing about being a rogue, Ethan. I go and do whatever the fuck I want," I said, stepping forward until I was only a few feet away. "What do you want from me?" He hadn't moved back, and that was both stupid and admirable. Any smart man or woman would have run by now. Yet, he was holding his ground.