The Rebel's Obsession: Redemption
“I'd do it,” a voice interrupted. “I'd kiss her.”
Laughter cut short like a needle across a vinyl. Heads turned. Eyes widened. There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was—
Killian Lancaster—
The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.
—- Brielle Everly has spent her life in the shadows—overweight, shy, and constantly mocked for her body. She’s invisible to the world, an outcast in her own school. But everything changes when she’s tricked into the lead role of the school play. And the worst part? She has to practice kissing scenes with him—Killian Lancaster, the untouchable bad boy wrapped in leather and mystery.
But Killian isn’t just a rebel on a motorcycle. Beneath the smirks and defiance lies a secret the school knows nothing about—a truth darker than anyone could imagine.
As their worlds collide, an undeniable pull draws him to Brielle—one he can’t explain, control, or resist. But when she discovers who—or what—he really is, will she be his salvation… or his downfall?
Because in the end, Brielle isn’t just a girl he can’t ignore. She’s the key to breaking the curse that haunts him and his kind. The only question is… will she save him, or doom them all?
Basahin
Chapter: The Unexpected OfferBrielle's Pov My backpack was strapped over as I walked through The Redlands college where I study was being greeted by the usual stares and whispers, judging eyes followed but I paid no attention to them. But the incident from last night kept replaying in my mind…..“What happened to him?” Caleb gasped when I dragged Killian inside and dropped him on the tiled floor, struggling to catch my breath.. “Why is he bleeding?” He pointed at Killian's soaked shirt beneath the leather jacket.“I don't know, he walked in like this and collapsed on the porch.”“You were outside…..this late?” My brother gave me a suspicious look. Darting his terrified filled gaze to me. “What were you doing out there?”I had no answer. I didn't know why I was pacing the porch— only that I felt this ominous tug in my gut. I parted my lips for an answer—“Killian!” The butler's voice caught through the sitting room. He rushed to Killian, dropping to his knees beside Killian. His hands hovered the bloodstaine
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Chapter: HER SCENT Killian's Pov~The RazorStrip Mile buzzed with smoke and adrenaline. Engines roared like angry beasts, drowning out the cheers of the reckless crowd huddled in the shadows of an abandoned industrial zone. RazorStrip mile is brutal—lined with rusted fence, graffiti—tagged walls, and shattered glass. One wrong move, and you're roadkill. Crowds gathered in tight clusters, lightning the night with flares and headlights.Some came to race. Most came to watch the downfall. Smoke. Cheers. Money flying. The underground circuit was alive tonight—rubber burning against concrete as the crowd buzzed with anticipation.I pulled up on shadowfang, my custom matte—black ducati panigale v4 with red accents. Crimson underglow lit the street beneath it, red rims spinning like fire. A wolf fang etched near the tank, and a nitrous boost sat hidden under the seat.This bike was tailored for one thing— Dominance.I climbed my bike, pulling off my helmet— the chill of the night slammed in on my face as I s
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Chapter: EncounterBrielle's PovI squinted as morning rays filtered through the silk white curtains, birds chirping just beyond the windows. The light blitzed my vision, forcing my eyes shut again before they adjusted to the patterned ceiling above me and the intricately designed wall lights.It took me a moment to register the unfamiliarity of this room. It was beyond splendor— I traced my gaze across the surroundings, trying to piece together how I ended up in such an aesthetic room.Then it struck me— I jolted upright. This is Killian's house!The realization hit me like a bucket of ice. The one guy I skipped school for three days just to avoid, and somehow, the universe brought me to his doorstep. To live in his house!How could things turn for worse?My heart thundered in my chest and it dawned on me that I get to live in the same house with him. That I get to see his annoyingly handsome face everyday and the fact that those lips of his kissed mine. How was I supposed to live with such a memory?
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Chapter: MovingBrielle's Pov:Three days later~“What?” My hand froze midair, almost dropping my fork. I lifted my gaze to meet my mother's— startled. “What do you mean we are moving out?”“Yes, Bree,” she nodded, her voice soft and a little tired. Bree— the way she loved pronouncing my name, like second nature.“We are moving out, I can't afford the rent anymore, and the landlord has tripled it, so we have to move out.”“Where are we moving to?” My younger brother Caleb piped in. Munching on his food. He was more interested in stuffing his face than the fact that our mother just announced us moving— again.A smile crossed our mom's face when Caleb asked that. “You'll love it. It's the only way I can cover your tuition and your brother's too.”I should be happy—relieved even—that we are finally leaving this godforsaken house—neighborhood. The house was not well to do, the rent was ridiculously high, I constantly overheard mom arguing with the landlord, fights that led her to tears.I hated seei
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Chapter: The Joke Brielle's Pov I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to be here— in the spotlight, under scrutiny, exposed. And yet, somehow, I was. Bathed in the blinding stage lights, I finally understood how massive it truly was. From below, it looked ordinary— curtains, wooden floor, nothing more. But standing here, center stage, it felt endless. The heat of the stage lights burned against my skin, sweat trickling down my spine. From here, the audience was a dark sea of faces and whispers, watching, waiting, condemning, judging— hungry. My palms were clammy as the script trembled in my hands, threatening to fall. Fear and trepidation wrapping around like some sackcloth— my chest constricted as the pressure in it tightened— my breath shallow. This wasn't my world. I didn't belong here but somehow I had been dragged into it before I had a choice. “She's the lead?” “This has to be a joke….” “Why would someone like her be the lead?” Shame clung to me like a second skin as those
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