Confession Of A Rebel Get A Room Novels & Stories

“You and those you trust may enter.” Rhea slid her a sideways glance as they descended. “Ready to be sniffed by strangers?” she asked. “Is that what we are calling diplomacy now?” Luna muttered. Rebel, limping slightly from an old wound, grinned. “If they bow too low, I am going to start charging for the show,” he said. Luna elbowed him. It did not erase the knot in her chest.

Tristan: "Fuck you," I say after the same rebel that saved me from Rex pushes me into a small, black room. The rusty metal door closing and locking behind me, I look around for a little bit. "This is an empty room," I say, seeing only four stone walls and a small ass chair under a hanging light. Shaking my head, I turn around and start banging my fists against the door. "Hey," I scream, "Hey! What the hell am I doing here! Why am I even here! Let me out! Let me out now!"

I say, trying to sound relieved, although it comes out rushed and a little rehearsed. "Kiva...oh my baby, you're home." He ushers me into a hug, holding me close. I let him, fighting the urge to make up an excuse to pull away. "I escaped," I tell him. He looks over me, expecting injury, or maybe some evidence of being detained. Thankfully the rebels aren't barbaric, choosing to lock me in a room rather than tie me down with rope. "From who? Where?" "The rebellion," I say. I'm not sure how else to explain it without giving away key information that could lead him there. "Ark...did Caspian not tell you?"

"How about you?" "I saw the vision from my eyes on the night of the last month's full moon before the blood moon. And I came here as it matches the prophecy. I need to see it for myself and be part of the quest to the underworld. This is my chance to prove that I am what I claim to be," Arnou said. "And what is that?" Alina asked Arnou looked at her closely trying to measure something from her eyes and still decided not to say anything. "I am a rouge, I think that's what you need to know by now. As much as I wanted to say something I'd rather prove my claim and let everyone judge it,"

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

The delta before me said, sensing my rising temper. " At what fucking cost? Now we lost three deltas and my beta is hospitalized, great!" I said, slapping against the surface of the nearby desk. The delta flinched. I stood up from my office chair, pinched the bridge of my nose as I started pacing. I need a fucking break!!! "I want to see this human you captured. Where the hell is he?" I spat out in annoyance, as I put on my cloak. " Locked away in the dungeon Alpha! I'm afraid he's very dangerous and armed even in captivity." The delta blurted out nervously, as he held the door open for me.

your room malady, I’ll go get the remaining bags”, the maid said, making her way down to the living room. Roslyn reluctantly turned the door knob revealing a modern magnificent bedroom; the room doesn’t describe Roslyn’s personality. They painted the three walls in a nice purple color, while the other one was all glass walls; there was a large queen size bed in the middle of the room with white elegant sofa on the left side of the bed and a gigantic walk-in closet at the far end of the room. At the other far end of the room was an aquarium with jelly fish inside. Roslyn scrutinized the entire room; she slowly made her way to the bed and sat down uncomfortably. Her gaze linger on the door, s

I've yet to show him this room yet and honestly, it's because I've been scared of what he'll think. Inside is a punishment bench to the left side of the large room and on the right is a St Andrews cross. In the centre against the back wall is a four poster bed with red satin sheets and a metal grid installed above it so I can tie my sub up on the bed. There's another grid in the centre of the room on the ceiling so I can have full access to my sub's body when in a scene if I decide. The walls are painted dark grey and the floor is dark wood.

she gritted her teeth and concentrated on breathing, and was finally able to go, the relief washing away with the wish that the bedpan wasn’t metal, so that the ring of her piss wasn’t so loud within it. She repaired her clothing and carried the bedpan over to the door. “This is so wrong,” she muttered as she pushed it through the flap into the hallway. “Just think about the Triquetra,” she told herself. “They’d make it sexy somehow.” “Aislen,” Toby called softly from his cage, gripping the bars. “We should just get into the car and go.” “Nothing. There is nothing in the back,” one of the original men agreed. “Let them go. We will stay here,” the other man added.

Brielle's Pov: The night pressed in, quiet and velvet-smooth beyond my dazzling room. Crystal lights shimmered above, casting a golden glow on the marble floor and on the silk sheets, yet none of it calmed the tremor in my chest. The grandeur only made me feel smaller. Shadows pooled in the corners like secrets. I sat on the edge of my bed, wrapped in silence, phone in hand—his message still waiting. Still burning. Like a match yet to be struck.