Steve Rogers X Reader Novels & Stories

“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 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.

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.

he sneered. I pulled out my phone, showing Mr. Rogers the news article. “Read it yourself. The killer's confession, the evidence... it's all there.” Mr. Rogers' face reddened, but he refused to back down. “You're just trying to manipulate me.” My voice turned cold. “You're not listening, Mr. Rogers. You're blinded by your own hate.” He stood up, his eyes flashing with anger. “Get out of my office before I call security.”

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“He would rather die than agree to your claim of being the ruler over all werewolves on earth.” “Then I’m sorry, he would have to die,” Xavier said. “Else he would make my reign hell.” “You don’t need to be sorry about it,” Rhea snorted. “Stopped liking the bastard after what he did to my mother and Steve, and now me. He deserves all he gets and more.” “Steve again,” Xavier frowned. “Who is he anyways?” Rhea stared at Xavier, wondering how best she was going to explain to him that she had fallen in love with a human at the age of sixteen and before she could talk, he helped her out.

It piqued his interest and made him wonder how Emma’s father had gotten his hands on these books. Steve thought about how invaluable Emma could have been if they had been together. He was not going to lie, he doubted her profession as a healer the first time he saw her but now with a deadly virus inside him and most of his pack, he had seen first hand how quick thinking and resourceful she was. He was taking a leisure stroll through the library when his eyes caught something. It was a book with leather cover and had ADAMS written in a block of gold on its spine. Steve moved closer and reached for it.

He looked like a leader—severe, but not too severe, but not entirely kind, either. “Stephanie Marielle Channer,” he said like a greeting and a condemnation. “Tyler Alexander Rogers.” Tyler dipped his head. It was a genuinely respectful gesture. “Alpha Raff Caldwell of the Stone Peak pack. It’s an honor to see you after so many years—” “And this was not how I imagined our reunion,” Raff interrupted, gravely and brusque. “Grayson Rogers is a pillar of the Twelve, as were all of your forefathers. When I received news that a rogue and his son and heir….”

“Then blood will spill before the prophecy intends it to.” ……. In the deepest part of the forest, where the moonlight barely kissed the ground, a figure stood on a high ridge. Eyes glowing molten gold, burning with something fierce… and broken. The rogue alpha. His long coat fluttered in the breeze as he stared down at the distant lights of the city. The scent of Elaina still lingered on the wind—wildflower and power. “She’s awakening…” he murmured, jaw clenched, claws flexing at his sides.

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying: