Confession Of A Rebel Get A Room นิยาย & เรื่องราว

How could someone be so selfish? I was born with a heart condition, thus my parents were wary of me moving so far away from them. When I got married, my parents wept. They gnashed their teeth and cautioned me to not regret the decision I had made. They said I was rebellious, and that they would never forgive my betrayal. I got ahead of myself then and had chosen an irreversible path. In the end, I lost everything. When I looked at my daughter curled up at the head of the bed, I felt a throb in my heart.

One thing I hated was seeing my mom looking pathetic. “Do I make myself clear?” He directed the question to me. I nodded. “Also, I wouldn’t want to see you in this room, got it?” “Huh?” I gaped at him inquisitively, confused. Where was that coming from? “What—” “Got it?” He cut in, his expression carved in steel. “Yes,” I gave him a small nod. He ushered us out of the room. Mom was the first to leave, followed by him. I was about to follow suit when a hand grabbed me. Stunned, I turned and saw Killian's hand gripping mine. He slowly fluttered his eyes open— a little.

Carla stands still, watching everyone leave. "You too, Mother." An anxious and clearly angry growl echoes through the room. Sorem is wreaking havoc in Connor's mind, constantly pushing to shift and be with his mate. However, Connor is fighting to keep him at bay, causing an intense internal struggle. "I thought you were over your rebellious phase," Connor rubs his face wearily as he sits in the chair by the bed. His comment makes his mate frown. "I thought we were about to start being a normal couple, an example for the members of our pack, but this..."

When life has messed with you, peeled you open and trample on your vulnerability, you learn to be always guarded, watchful, and execute plans well. “Is everything coming along?” He asks, and I nod, looking outside the window. “It is,” that's the only word I say, before Nico drops it. He knows I don't like to talk much about my past and I guess we are on the same page, he doesn't talk much about his past either. “The West are having a party tonight and I am expected to be there.” “They still want you to show yourself after everything they have put your through?” Noco scoffs. “It's time we end them all, once and for all.”

My mom attempted to pull me out, but I was able to convince her that I'd be fine, so she left with my dad and some men. The once-crowded room was now eerily quiet, save for the muffled sounds of panic outside, but my men searched every inch of it, but Rebel was nowhere to be found. Klaus came back, grim, and said, "Nothing," shaking his head. Before I could reply, a door at the far end of the hallway creaked open, and Rebel staggered out, her silhouette framed by the dim light. Something was wrong; she clutched her stomach, her once-steady movements now shaky and uncoordinated; blood stained the front of her gown, dark and frightening; my breath caught as I drew closer to her. “Rebel?” My vo

Does she? We follow behind Rebel to the back of the clubhouse to the prison. Ok maybe she does. She enters the code and we enter. All the time my hand hasn’t let go of Harmony. The closer we get to the red room. Rebel opens the door and my eyes widen as I see three men and Dana restrained to chairs in the middle of the room. “We couldn’t catch the other one. But these have been very co-operative with my questioning.” Rebel says with a chilling smirk on her face.

his confession got mixed with two disbelieved yells and one determined statement 'what , what , I am not approving it!'

Booking a room. I didn’t know if I should walk into the reception area. I could see it clearly, the slight lean of his body, the way he rested one hand on the counter, the other still loosely holding her at the waist as if he was afraid she might wander off. She leaned into him, her body language loud, confident, unbothered. This was happening. My chest felt hollow as I watched him nod, watched him reach for his wallet, watched the receptionist smile politely at them. Every small gesture felt like a quiet betrayal, replaying itself in slow motion. I stayed where I was.

Kim’s glasses twitched as she wrinkled her nose in confusion. Tamara dropped her voice to whisper, “Slight wardrobe malfunction. Walter is taking care of it “But I need you to stall,” Kim glanced around quickly and gave a sharp nod. “I’ve got it,” Tamara watched in surprise as a snotty smile slid onto Kim’s lips. The girl stood straight, flipped her hair, and walked out of the room like she owned the place. Tamara locked the door behind Kim and an amused smile graced her lips as she heard Chelsea’s enraged shouts moments later.