Confession Of A Rebel Get A Room Novels & Stories

Victor's voice was almost a whisper, and like an Idiot I turned to face him. "Good night Mo!" His voice matched the softness in his gaze and I just turned around and ran upstairs. I some how managed to hold my tears till I was inside my room and closed the door behind me.

I know what neophytes can do when they’re overtaken by their new urges – none of us is immune to it when we’re reborn. I lean against the door and take a few deep breaths while I listen to Simone as she rages around her room, throwing furniture over and screaming profanities. At least she’s not trying to get out of the room, which was my biggest fear, but I can't leave her by herself. She's in the worst head space a neophyte can be, and it's usually that kind of thing that leads to mass slaughter. “Vesper,” I say, summoning my brother.

"Just… go to your room. Please." I fled, stumbling into the blessedly dark hallway and into my own room, locking the door behind me. I sank to the floor, my back against the wood, my body still trembling from the raw emotion, the conflicting terror and the lingering echo of pleasure. This was a nightmare. This was everything I’d ever wanted. ---

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

“But the internet isn’t the right room.” Noah swallowed hard. “So what is?” I looked at the phone in my hand, at the cut clip, at the caption designed to turn my father into a villain and Luca into a conspirator and me into a continuation of corruption. “The right room,” I said quietly, “is the one that can make them pay for cutting a sealed recording.” Noah’s shoulders dropped slightly. He nodded once. “Rules,” he whispered, like it was the only language that didn’t betray him.

Wallace busied himself cooking and cleaning every day. One night, I felt particularly exhausted and went to bed early after dinner. The house was dark when Wallace crept into my room silently. Seeing the motionless figure in bed, Wallace grabbed a pillow and pressed it down hard on the blanket. He said in a venomous voice, "Rachel, go to hell!" However, he realized something was off the moment he touched the blanket. It didn't feel like there was a person lying under it. In shock, he pulled back the covers and found it stuffed with pillows.

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

Hanson moves forward while commanding to others, “Release her!” When no one listens, he moves to do it himself. “Hanson, stop!” His body obeys as his mind churns, his heart burns, and his eyes yearn to follow through with the task. The Alpha Female. “COME BACK TO ME!” Hanson straightens as his body obeys a call the rest of him wishes to ignore. As he comes to stand next to his new female, he watches Jezebel and pleads for forgiveness and offers false promises of freeing himself from his Alpha Female with his eyes. Jezebel closes her eyes before looking straight ahead. That was the last time she looked at him. The thin silver thread grows even weaker from the final betrayal. He was going to s

A sharp, icy dread pierced my heart. I had defended Karen. Shielded her, while Sera bled. And the truth? She was only an impostor. I thought back to the day Karen "fell" down the stairs. I remembered Sera's eyes, the desperate plea for me to believe her, the raw hurt. I had promised I would, but I... I was a goddamn fool! My knuckles turned white as I gripped the recorder, my hands trembling violently. "Get that impostor now. Get a DNA test. Once it's confirmed... she'll pay, tenfold!"

**** With my shoulders slumped downwards, I slowly pushed the door to my house open, I bent sideways slightly and took off my shoes, I wanted to tiredly throw them in one side of the living room but on a second thought I strutted along and walked into my room, I carefully dropped it on my shoe rack and walked back to the bed, I dropped tiredly on the bed and exhaled deeply my hands stretched out on the bed and my legs wide apart. My phone beeped in my hands, I slowly raised it up to my face to look in it, it was a message from Collin, I swiped up and opened the message, -The criminal we caught committed suicide in jail- the text read, I sat up on the bed at once blinking in disbelief as I ke