Steve Rogers X Reader Angst Mga Nobela at Kwento

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.

Beta Steve squeezes my shoulder in a comforting gesture, adding, “Alexander isn’t a heartless man. He cares for you, so he won’t treat you unfairly.” His reassurance makes me feel a little more at ease, but I can’t stop my mind from racing toward the worst. Will he? Does Alexander truly care for me as much as Beta Steve claims? I hope so. After five years of marriage, I hope Alexander won’t drop me like I’m worthless. Sighing, I continue through the hospital halls, thinking over my duties for the rest of today. Before I can get too far, I remember something. I need to ask Beta Steve for the list of rogues they had brought back from the border.

"That's right! I'm a beast, and you're being eaten by the beast." Roger wasn't angry about Aretha's cursing, but rather excited. Just being able to make love to Aretha, no matter how much Aretha scolds him, he will accept it. Roger did not understand himself. He is a man who holds all the power in his hands, Roger can have as many women as he wants, but why should he spoil a fiendish little elf-like Aretha? And he couldn't help but be mesmerized by her sharpness? Even making love to Aretha gave Roger satisfaction.

I folded my arms angrily, suddenly wondering why I even bothered with this pathetic excuse of a man. "You were too young," Steve replied, rolling his eyes. “But that’s not the point. I haven’t got time to fucking argue with you.” He took another deep breath in, and I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. What the hell did he want from me?! “If you don’t want to argue…” I began. “Then why have you dragged me here?” I crossed my arms awkwardly, a timid expression on my face. I could feel my heart thumping against my chest… because I just knew that what I was about to hear wasn’t going to be fucking pleasant.

whatever it takes" mean to him? And what was the source of his possessiveness? We all jumped as a loud snarl reverberated across the jungle before I could ask any enquiries. "What was that?" With my pulse pounding with terror, I demanded. With a focused gaze, Ronan drew me in closer. He snarled, "It's Alpha Blackwood," "And he's not happy." Alpha Blackwood sprang out of the darkness, his eyes flashing with rage, and I felt a wave of horror wash over me. He growled, "You'll never take her from me," in a caustic tone.

I warned. Rogers hands shook so powerfully that it took several tries to push the speed dial number he’d programmed for Marc. It rang several times before Marc answered. “The baby’s coming and there’s a beast outside,” Roger squealed in a high pitched voice. “You need to kill the beast and deliver this baby. I can’t do it. I just can’t do it. I’m only a human. I can’t do the things you do. I just can’t.”

Hopefully that would get him to drop his suspicion and leave me in hell alone. “Who do I remind you of?” He asks, irritating me even more. “You seem to hate that man quite a bit.” He was definitely feeling me out; that question confirmed it, but his damn face wasn’t showing an ounce of unease. “Just someone,” I shrug. “An annoying bloke who has anger issues and a pension for possession.” “Doesn’t sound like a good person at all,” Mr. Rogers sighs, outting his cigarette. “If you need my help in dealing with him, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Two halves of a whole. The rogue and the heir. My breathing evened out. I sagged against him, spent. “Tyler….” “I’ve got you,” he murmured against my hair, rubbing my upper arm. “I’ve got you, Steph.” “When will things get better?” Tyler stiffened, then let his shoulders loosen. “I wish I knew.” “I’m just so…” My voice choked into a rasp. “I’m just so tired. And sad. Scared. Angry.” At that word, my wolf took it to heart. She seethed, as though her lips were peeled back to bare her teeth, her wrinkled tongue dripping saliva like she was rabid. I could feel her as if her hackles were raised and she flexed her claws.

And with that, she stepped back into her robe, pulled it closed, and walked past them all. Her scent lingered. Her silence echoed. And the court of Blackfang stayed kneeling long after she left. Because she had fucked them without ever being touched. And they would never be the same. The door hadn't even shut before the first growl tore through the hall. Low. Guttural. Frustrated. Roger didn’t turn. He didn’t speak. But the air around him bent with fury—quiet, choking fury that pulsed in waves from his shoulders, thick as heat off a forge.

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog