Steve Rogers X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

His fingers curled slightly at his sides, like he didn’t know what to do with them. “Sir,” Ethan said. His voice was steady, but I noticed how his fists clenched, and his face hardened. Rogers’ gaze moved from Ethan’s face…down to his chest… then lower. He smirked, and nodded his head, his eyes lingering on Ethan's wet boxers just a second too long before returning to his eyes. I felt my jaw tighten. So that’s what this is. I hate perverts. I mean ‘real’ pervert. They disgust me.

I said to my little sister, and she rolled her eyes. “I am sorry…” Roger sighed, defeated, but Angie sat beside her and held his hand, She leaned forward and purred, “Sexy… now you can mark me.” She smiled, and Roger`s eyes snapped her way, and they glowed. “I came into this world as an anomaly. I had lived a questionable life, and when I thought all the bad things that could happen to me had already happened, this…” he paused, and Angie looked at me. “You haven`t told him, idiot!” she said, and I shrugged.

Chapter 27 Romero's pov There was a higher rogue, a puppet master, pulling strings from the shadows. I had seen it in the rogue's eyes, the flicker of an understanding that he didn't possess. The truth was a heavy weight on my chest, a secret that threatened to suffocate me. I knew he had to tell Xander, my Alpha, but the fear held me back. Alpha Xander, driven by vengeance and grief, was a volatile force, a raging storm unleashed. I wasn't sure if he could handle my alpha's fury, his disappointment, his disbelief if he ever found out.

“You can’t be serious. Mork wants to claim Steve for himself? That bastard! How sure are you about this?” “Yes he did make mention of a certain Steve,” Xavier nodded. “I didn’t understand what he meant by that and I didn’t care to ask but it seemed like he was going to dig up a grave or something.” “Oh my God!” Rhea rubbed her hand against her temples as she paced about. Xavier noticed how worried she was and tried to calm her down immediately. “What is the matter Rhea?” Xavier asked holding her hands. “Talk to me and we can solve it together.”

“Just stop it already, and please, I’m begging you, leave. My head is already hurting from all of this drama. Please just leave already if you know you don’t care about me. I don’t care if I am alive or dead. Just leave already. I don’t know why you came here in the first place.” I said, venting out my anger at him, also as I was really feeling frustrated. Even after all this and even after everything Rodger had just said to him, he still had the right to ask me if I still recognized their faces. Rodger was actually right. He only cares about himself, and he only wants to take them out because he does not want them to come for him or hurt him in any way. I think Rodger is right anyway. Yes,

“I saw you at Angel's funeral. You obviously know that Angel is dead, but why are you asking like you don't know that? Who are you real bastard?!” Steve was taken aback for a few seconds before he finally laughed. Laughter exactly the antagonist guy in the movies. Steve smiled, then he said, "Damn it, I got caught." ---

The harsh weather and unforgiving environment have forged the most powerful rogue wolf army in the Mississippi River region. Xavier reached my side, taking my hand in his. His deep, magnetic voice was both tender and resolute: “I was delayed by some matters. I came late to fetch you and caused you grief.” Grief? Their behavior had long ceased to faze me. “I don’t want to see them,” I said flatly. Xavier exuded the aura of the rogue king—a force so overwhelming it demanded submission. “Leave.” Just one word, yet it echoed like thunder. Beta Steve and Alpha Joe turned even paler, but still, they didn’t leave.

After all, he would e getting what he did to me. "How did you find him," I ask. "As I said, Angelica, I have my ways." "Fuck his ways, and fuck you both," Says Roger, coughing blood. "Did you hurt him?" I ask Ethan. "No...not yet, I was about to when he starts calling out your name, crying like a baby". My name? Roger crying like a baby? What the fuck?! This is too fictitious to be real. "You still don't get it, do you, My sweet little Angel?" Says Roger.

“He's a great guy. We get along pretty well.” “I can imagine,” I murmured, this time the lust in my voice was obvious. I bent down to pick up a novel I found on the floor, revealing my cleavage. Adjusting swallowed hard, rubbing his bulge. Despite trying hard to maintain composure. The air was filled with unspoken desire. I knew exactly where this was going. Steve was trying hard to resist me, it wasn't working cause he was still hard. “You know,” I began, moving closer to Steve on the couch. “I've always admired men who love reading mystery novels. There's something I find hot and intriguing about guys who loves solving puzzles and mysteries.

“He was across the street. He moved. Stevie told me to go.” Rook’s eyes flicked over me, checking for injury, his jaw set so tight it looked painful. “You listen to her,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. “Yes,” I replied, nodding fast. Rook exhaled hard through his nose. “Good,” he said, and his anger didn’t vanish, but it shifted. It became something colder. “Because that means you’re still breathing.” I glanced back toward the club, fear and anger twisting together. “They’re coming for me,” I said quietly.