Steve Rogers X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

Rock barked furiously, while interrupting the doctor's flimsy excuse. "I'm sorry, Mr. Figo." Dr. Steve quickly apologized, and seeing how angry Rock was, he decided to open up to him. Rock was shocked as he listened to the doctor with wide eyes. He stood up, running his fingers through his head in frustration as he walked over to the window with tears brimming in his eyes. He couldn't believe how far his emotions were toyed with by Rose. Dr. Steve swallowed in fright as he stood up and walked over to Rock, kneeling not far from him.

My breath hinged, I suddenly felt like an asthmatic patient. Fuck! What's all this, how are my character's alive. First it was Anna Steve, and now it's a handsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I made a lot of characters suffer.

NOTICE: All the paid Chapters are longer than free chapter. The words range remain between 1500-2000. So please don't blame telling that coins rate are too expensive. I Around an hour later... The tension was striking inside the manor of Rogers Pack Villa. To imply it more specifically, it was Brian and Steven who were deathly anxious for their beloved sister. Although Mr. Derek expressed a phony concern all over his face, his veins couldn't help but beam in happiness.

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They moved with primal urgency, their senses heightened and their fiery tempers blazing with an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. Finally, they reached the spot where their beloved Rogers had met his tragic end. The sight that greeted them sent a collective groan of anguish and rage reverberating through the night. Rogers' lifeless body lay sprawled on the ground, the once noble and regal figure now marred by the brutality of his demise.

**Pov Alpha Xavier** The night seemed endless. I sat in my office chair, drumming my fingers on the desk, unable to close my eyes. Anxiety ate away at me, and my wolf, Ragnar, was restless, growling softly in my mind. *"He's taking too long,"* I thought for the thousandth time, glancing at the clock on the wall. Each second felt like torture. I rose from the chair and began pacing back and forth. The shadows cast by the dim lights danced on the walls, as if mocking my impatience. I needed the truth. **Now.**

A faint rustling, the sharp snap of a twig underfoot. I knew what it was. Rogues. They were close. Too close. Xavier turned to me, his gaze dark and filled with urgency. “Get up. We have to move.” But I couldn’t move. My body felt frozen, every part of me caught between the storm of desire and the sudden rush of fear that gripped me. “Xavier, what—” Before I could finish, the growl came again, louder this time, closer. I saw the glint of eyes—red, glowing with malice—emerging from the shadows.

The world I once saw as beautiful is now tainted with evil. Steph breaks my deep, dark thoughts with a different set of deep and dark, “I gotta read you this chapter!” She shrieks. “Go on,” I roll my eyes. She reads me several chapters and I confess to my A****n order, which makes her ecstatic because now we can share our thoughts on the story. She explained to me why she never texted me back last night because of her role-play with Julian and his stupidity for not giving her a heads up. She insists that X and I need to try it out and that it’s a whole new experience. We’ll see…

His breathing changed completely, slow and deliberate, each inhale deeper and heavier than the last, his chest expanding like something enormous was waking up inside him. The man sitting in that chair wasn't quite Maxton anymore. This was Roger. The other side of him. The part buried deep beneath years of discipline, restraint, and careful control, the part that only surfaced when something inside him broke completely beyond repair. Roger didn't feel grief the way Maxton did. Roger didn't feel fear, or hesitation, or mercy. Roger only understood one language, spoken in only one color. Blood.

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.