Timing The Rebel
When Liana Brooks, a quiet scholarship student, steps into the elite halls of Crestwood University, she only has one goal — to graduate without drawing attention. But fate has other plans when she collides — quite literally — with Axel Knight, the campus bad boy with a reputation darker than his leather jacket.
He’s arrogant, untouchable, and dangerously charming. She’s focused, stubborn, and immune to his games.
Until one reckless rumor forces them into a fake relationship — a deal meant to save her scholarship and clean up his image.
But what begins as a pretended connection soon unravels something real. Beneath Axel’s tattoos hides a broken past he’s desperate to forget, and beneath Liana’s calm lies a fire she never knew she had.
As secrets surface and emotions ignite, both will learn that love isn’t about taming someone else — it’s about finding the courage to face the rebel within.
He was her chaos. She was his calm. Together, they became something dangerously beautiful.
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Two – Reboot Complete
Liana’s POVThe sky tears like paper.A crack of white light splits the clouds, stretching across the horizon until the whole world seems to pulse with a blinding glow. The wind whips at my hair, stinging my cheeks, but I can’t look away.Because the voice — that cold, synthetic voice — echoes again, vibrating through my bones:> “Initialization successful.”Beside me, Axel stiffens. The cube in his hand glows red-hot, pulsing like it’s syncing with something in the air.“Axel,” I whisper, gripping his arm. “We need to move—”But he doesn’t turn. He’s staring straight ahead, where the ruins of the Genesis Core begin to rise, debris lifting off the ground as if gravity is being rewritten.The light condenses into a column, swirling, shaping, shifting.And then I see her.A silhouette.No — a figure.No — a projection wearing my face.My breath snags in my throat.Her eyes open in the light — the same shape as mine, but glowing sharp-white, cold and merciless.“Liana,” Axel murmurs, hor
Last Updated: 2025-11-17
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-One – Resurgence
Liana’s POVThe air in the observatory feels different tonight.It’s been weeks since the storm ended — since the light swallowed everything, since I opened my eyes and saw Axel’s tear-streaked face. The world outside has started to heal; the air is lighter, the power grids hum again, and the night sky glows with unfamiliar clarity.But sometimes, when the wind blows through the cracks in the dome, I still hear the echo of a voice that isn’t mine.> You can’t erase what’s written in code.I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my palms against my temples until the sound fades.“Liana?” Axel’s voice pulls me back. He’s leaning against the doorframe, a soft light in his hand — a lantern made from broken circuitry. His hair’s a mess, his shirt rolled to his elbows, the tired kind of handsome that only people who’ve fought too hard can carry.“You okay?”I nod, though I’m not sure it’s true. “Just… thinking.”He crosses the room and places the lantern on the table beside the cracked telescope.
Last Updated: 2025-11-13
Chapter: Chapter Twenty – The Last Sequence
Liana’s POVThe night tastes like electricity.The storm above the ruins paints everything in flashes — silver, white, blue — like the world itself is glitching.Axel and I run through the rain-soaked streets, breathless, half-blind, the hum of the machines echoing behind us. Every thunderclap sounds like the city’s dying heartbeat.We don’t stop until we reach the old observatory on the outskirts — one of the few places untouched by Genesis’s reach. The doors groan open, revealing the hollow skeleton of the dome and shattered telescopes.Axel collapses beside the console, drenched and shivering.“We can’t keep running forever,” he says. “It’s tracking you.”“I know.” My voice shakes, though I try to steady it. “Because it is me.”That truth burns through me, heavier than fear. I can still feel her — the reflection from the terminal — inside my thoughts. Watching. Waiting.“She’s connected to my neural code. As long as I exist, she does too.”Axel looks at me, his eyes dark with somet
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
Chapter: Chapter Nineteen – Awakening
Liana’s POVThe first breath burns.Air floods into my lungs like fire and ice all at once. My body feels heavy, unfamiliar — as if it’s learning how to exist again.A voice breaks through the ringing in my ears.“Liana… stay still. You’re safe.”Safe. That word doesn’t fit the world anymore. But it’s Axel saying it, and for a moment, that’s enough.The glass above me slides open with a hiss. Cold air rushes in. His hands are the first thing I feel — rough, trembling, grounding me.He helps me sit up slowly, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. The lab around us is unrecognizable — half-ruined, filled with broken lights and dripping pipes.“How long… was I out?” I manage to whisper.“I don’t know,” he says quietly. “The system doesn’t have a clock anymore. Maybe hours. Maybe days.”I look at him — his face smeared with ash, eyes red from exhaustion. “You didn’t leave.”“Couldn’t,” he says. “Didn’t want to.”Something tightens in my chest. I should be angry. I should demand answers.
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Chapter: Chapter Eighteen – After the LightAxel’s POVSilence.That’s the first thing I remember after the light — not pain, not fear — just silence. A kind that feels heavy, like the world is holding its breath.When I open my eyes, everything is gray. Smoke curls through what’s left of the Genesis lab, twisting like ghosts around broken steel beams. The floor beneath me is cracked, soaked in a thin layer of dust and ash.I try to move, but my body protests. Every muscle feels bruised, my ribs ache, and blood trickles down my temple. I cough, forcing air into my lungs.“Liana…”Her name slips out before I even think. It sounds wrong in the emptiness — too fragile for a place that’s forgotten how to echo.I drag myself up, my hands scraping against the cold floor. My ears are ringing, but beneath it, I hear something faint — a slow pulse of machinery still alive, stubbornly refusing to die. The core hasn’t fully shut down.And she’s nowhere to be seen.Panic claws at my throat. I stumble through the debris, pushing aside colla
Last Updated: 2025-11-10
Chapter: Chapter Seventeen – The Truth Within
Liana’s POVThe door shudders behind us, metal groaning under the force of impact. Sparks rain from the hinges as Axel wedges a steel bar through the handle.We’re trapped. Again.My chest burns from running, but it’s nothing compared to the ache clawing at my heart. His words — or rather, Arden’s words — echo through me like poison.> “He didn’t just save you. He activated you.”I turn to Axel. His face is ghost-white under the flickering red light. He looks older, heavier — like the weight of every lie he’s ever told is pressing down at once.“Tell me it’s not true,” I whisper.He doesn’t answer.The silence is worse than any confession could be.“I trusted you,” I say, my voice shaking now. “You were all I had, Axel. You— you told me I was human.”“You are,” he says roughly, stepping forward. “You’re more human than any of them.”“Don’t,” I snap, backing away. “Don’t say that like it makes this better.”His jaw tightens. “Liana, I never wanted you to know this way.”“But you wanted
Last Updated: 2025-11-10
Mafia's Heir
Elena Marquez has always lived a quiet life, caring for her little brother and helping her mother keep their small family shop alive. But peace has a price, and her late father’s debts have begun to circle back like vultures.
When the DeLuca family — the most feared mafia clan in the city — comes to collect, Elena is forced into their world. There, she meets Adrian DeLuca, the infamous heir to the DeLuca empire. Cold, calculating, and dangerous, Adrian is everything she should fear — but something in his eyes unsettles her.
What neither of them know is that Adrian’s father — the powerful Don Vittorio DeLuca — is the man responsible for her father’s death.
As Elena is drawn deeper into the DeLuca world, tension turns to reluctant trust, and trust slowly burns into something far more dangerous — love. But when the truth comes to light, Elena must decide if she can ever forgive the blood that runs through Adrian’s veins… and Adrian must choose whether to remain his father’s heir, or burn everything down to protect the woman he loves.
A story of love, vengeance, and power, Mafia’s Heir is a slow-burn, heart-wrenching romance that will keep you hooked until the very last page.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 47 -The Calm Before the GunfireThe city did not sleep — it only pretended to.From the balcony of the D’Angelo estate, Elena could see the distant lights of Milan blinking like restless eyes, watching, waiting. The night air was cold against her bare arms, carrying the faint scent of rain and metal — a smell she had come to associate with danger.She wrapped Adrien’s jacket tighter around herself.The house behind her was too quiet.That was the thing about the D’Angelo world — silence was never peace. Silence meant something was moving.Behind her, the soft click of a door sounded. She didn’t turn immediately. She already knew who it was.“You shouldn’t be out here,” Adrien said.His voice was steady, but she could hear the tension beneath it — the kind that lived in his bones, never leaving, never loosening its grip.“I couldn’t breathe inside,” she replied softly. “Not tonight.”Adrien stepped closer, stopping beside her at the railing. He was dressed in black — always black — the faint outline of the bandage st
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Chapter:
CHAPTER —46 When Blood Betrays
The moment Viktor’s hand dropped, the world exploded. Gunfire ripped through the warehouse, deafening and blinding. Sparks flew as bullets struck metal crates, the sharp clangs echoing like screams. Adrien moved instantly, dragging Elena down behind a thick steel pillar just as a spray of bullets tore through the space where they’d been standing. “Stay. Down.” His voice was calm. Too calm. Elena pressed her back against the cold metal, heart slamming violently against her ribs. She could hear him breathing — controlled, measured — even as chaos reigned around them. Adrien leaned out, fired twice. Two bodies fell. Viktor’s laughter echoed through the warehouse, distorted by the gunfire. “Still sharp, D’Angelo! Even wounded!” Adrien didn’t respond. He didn’t waste words when blood was being spilled. He fired again, moving with lethal precision despite the pain tearing through his side. Every step pulled at his stitches, warm blood soaking further into his bandage — but he igno
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Chapter: CHAPTER 45—The Mafia Heir’s Reluctant BrideThe storm didn’t stop.It hammered the D’Angelo estate like the sky itself wanted to warn them. Every flash of lightning turned the world outside white, then black again. Elena stood by the balcony doors, watching the rain streak down the glass like tears the sky couldn’t hold back.Behind her, she could feel him before he even touched her.Adrien D’Angelo didn’t walk; he arrived — heavy presence, cold power, heat beneath it all. She heard the faint strain of his bandage when he moved, but he didn’t make a sound. He never made a sound unless he wanted to.“You should be in bed,” Elena said softly, not turning around.“And you should be asleep,” he replied.She finally glanced at him. He wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled, the collar open just enough to reveal the bruising on his chest. Even injured, he looked like someone carved war into human form.“Your doctor said you need rest,” she reminded him.“My enemies didn’t sign that prescription.”Elena closed her eyes for a moment. “Adri
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Chapter: CHAPTER 44 — The Devil Returns
The estate was no longer a home.It was a battlefield.Gunfire cracked through the hallways like thunder, echoing off marble and steel. Smoke seeped through the air vents, mixing with the scent of blood and sweat. The D’Angelo crest — once polished and proud — was splattered with streaks of red.Marco moved fast, dragging Elena behind him as bullets tore into the walls. “Stay down!” he yelled, shoving her behind a fallen pillar just as another barrage rained from the eastern corridor.But Elena barely heard him.Her heart was pounding with one name.Adrien.He was out there somewhere. In this storm. In this hell.---Adrien arrived like a shadow risen from the grave.The gates were still under fire when his car screeched to a stop. He stepped out before the wheels even stilled, black coat whipping behind him, gun already loaded.The guards froze at the sight of him.His expression was empty.Not angry.Not panicked.Just… cold.Cold enough to kill God himself.A wounded guard staggere
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Chapter: Chapter 43 – The Storm Before the Fire
The storm outside hadn’t stopped.Thunder rolled like gunfire across the night sky, echoing through the marble halls of the D’Angelo estate. The rain came harder, washing the city clean of its sins — or maybe just hiding new ones beneath the surface.Adrien stood by the window, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. The ember glowed briefly, a cruel imitation of the fire raging in his chest. He had spent the last twelve hours dissecting every file, every call, every face that might have betrayed him. Still, the pieces refused to fit together.Someone inside his world had sold him out — and whoever it was, they’d aimed for his heart.A faint knock came from behind him.“Enter,” he said, voice low.Marco stepped in, soaked from the rain. His usual calm expression was tight, the tension written across his shoulders. “We’ve traced the Vasiliev connection further,” he said, setting a folder on the table. “The Russians are moving through Naples. They’re not hiding anymore.”Adrien tur
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Chapter: Chapter 42 – Fire Beneath the Skin
The sound of the rain had become familiar — too familiar. It drummed against the tall windows of the D’Angelo estate, steady and cold, like the pulse of the city that never stopped bleeding.Adrien sat upright in his bed, the sheets pulled halfway around his waist, a thick bandage wrapping his torso. Every breath still burned, but he had already learned to mask the pain. Weakness was something he could never afford — not in front of his men, not in front of her.The doctor’s words still echoed in his head.“Another inch and you’d be dead.”Adrien had simply smirked. “Then I guess death missed its chance.”Now, as dawn spilled gray light through the curtains, he stared at the documents laid out on the side table — photographs, reports, and one sealed envelope Marco had placed there before leaving the room.He hadn’t opened it yet. He didn’t need to. He already knew what was inside — proof of betrayal.The house was quieter than usual. His men moved like ghosts through the hallways, afr
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Chapter: CHAPTER 144 — THE WEIGHT OF CHOICEThe storm did not touch the stronghold, but everyone felt it.Thunder rolled again in the distance, slow and deliberate, like the sky itself was thinking before it spoke. The air remained heavy long after the Herald vanished, the glow of the runes fading until only faint scars remained on the stone wall.No one moved.Wolves stood frozen where they were, breaths shallow, instincts screaming. Even the elders—men and women who had seen wars, betrayals, and blood moons—looked shaken.Killian was the first to move.“Clear the chamber,” he ordered, his Alpha voice cutting through the haze. “Now.”The command snapped everyone back into motion. Guards ushered the scouts out. Elders exchanged uneasy glances before retreating slowly, murmuring under their breath. Rowan lingered, watching Aria with sharp concern, but even he obeyed when Killian met his eyes.Soon, only three of them remained.The silence that followed was heavier than the noise before it.Aria leaned back against the stone wall
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Chapter: CHAPTER 143 — WHEN THE WORLD ANSWERS BACKDarkness swallowed the corridor.For a heartbeat, Aria couldn’t see anything—only feel. The hum deepened, vibrating through the soles of her feet and straight into her bones, like the stronghold itself had become a living thing with a pulse of its own.Killian’s hand tightened around hers instantly.“Stay with me,” he said, his voice low and commanding, cutting through the dark like steel.“I’m not going anywhere,” she replied, though her heart was racing.The torches flickered back to life one by one, flames flaring higher than normal, burning with an unnatural blue edge before settling into amber again. The air smelled sharp—ozone and old magic, layered over stone and wolf.The scout took an uneasy step back. “Alpha… the marks are spreading.”Killian’s expression hardened. “Show us.”They moved quickly through the halls, boots echoing against stone as unease rippled through the stronghold. Wolves emerged from side corridors, drawn by instinct more than sound. Whispers followed them
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Chapter: CHAPTER 142 — THE WEIGHT OF BEING CHOSENThe silence after the shimmer faded was heavier than the pressure that had come before it.It wasn’t empty.It was expectant.Aria stood at the edge of the ridge long after the others had stepped back, her gaze fixed on the place where the sky still looked… wrong. Not cracked. Not broken. Just aware. As if the world itself had inhaled and was waiting to see what she would do next.Killian didn’t rush her. He stayed close, his presence a steady heat at her side, close enough that their arms brushed whenever the wind shifted. He could feel it too—whatever had changed. The air carried a new tension, one that settled into his bones like a coming storm.Rowan cleared his throat behind them. “We should head back. Nightfall’s coming fast.”Aria nodded absently, but she didn’t turn right away. “It’s not over,” she said quietly.Rowan sighed. “Nothing ever is.”They moved back toward the stronghold as dusk bled across the horizon, the sky bruised purple and gold. The pack kept their distance—n
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Chapter: Chapter 141: What the World DemandsMorning came without warmth.The sky lightened, but the weight in the air remained—thick, unmoving, like the world itself hadn’t decided whether to let the sun rise properly. Aria woke before the camp stirred, her body tense, her mind already racing with echoes of the night before.The hum was gone.That frightened her more than if it had remained.She lay still for a long moment, staring at the canvas ceiling of the tent, listening to the slow, even breathing beside her. Killian slept on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, his other hand resting near hers as if even in sleep he needed to know she was still there.She turned her head slightly, studying him.He looked different when he slept. Younger. Less burdened. The sharp lines of command softened, replaced by something achingly human. This was the man the world never saw—the man who carried everyone else and never asked to be carried in return.And yet… last night, he had chosen to stand beside her anyway.Aria closed her eyes
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Chapter: Chapter 140: The Weight of Being ChosenThe night refused to settle.Even as the camp quieted and sentries took their posts, the air remained restless—charged with a tension Aria felt crawling beneath her skin. The world had stopped shaking, yes, but it hadn’t relaxed. It was as if the land itself were holding its breath, waiting to see what she would do next.She stood at the edge of the ridge long after everyone else had retreated, the horizon stretched wide before her. Stars glimmered faintly above, but even they seemed dimmer tonight, like distant witnesses unsure whether to shine or hide.“You’re going to freeze out here.”Killian’s voice came from behind her, low and familiar. Not scolding. Just concerned.“I don’t feel cold,” Aria replied softly.That worried him more than if she had.He stepped closer, his presence solid and grounding at her back. She didn’t turn, but she felt him there—felt the steady heat of him, the quiet strength that had always anchored her when the world threatened to tilt.“You’ve barely spok
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Chapter: Chapter 139: Threads Beneath the SkinAria woke before the sun fully rose.It wasn’t pain that pulled her from sleep—it was awareness.Not sound.Not touch.But knowing.Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the tall windows of the Alpha quarters. Killian lay beside her, one arm heavy around her waist, his breathing deep and even. He looked younger in sleep, the hard lines of command softened, the weight of the world briefly set aside.Yet the world had not set her aside.She could feel it.The air hummed faintly, like a thread pulled too tight. Beneath the stone floors, beneath the mountains themselves, something moved—not alive, not dead, but aware of her awareness.Aria stilled, afraid that even breathing too loudly might disturb whatever fragile balance now existed.This wasn’t the ancient power.That presence was sealed—compressed behind wards and will and sacrifice. What remained was different. Subtle. Like residue etched into her bones.She lifted her hand slowly, palm facing
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