Confession Of A Rebel Get A Room の小説・ストーリー

Karen objected. "We can confront her" the rebel suggested. Karen felt a surge of anger and betrayal as she heard the news. She had always suspected that Jamie was jealous of her, but she had never expected her stepsister to betray her in such a way. "We need to confront her," Karen said. "We need to put an end to her manipulations once and for all." The rebel nodded in agreement, and Karen led the way to Jamie's chambers. She knocked on the door, her heart racing as she waited for a response.

“Get it out!” “And leave you?” “No.” She pointed to a narrow servant stair. “Up—control the rafters, stop their rain.” They ascended, hacking through another archer. From the catwalk Dylan slashed ropes suspending a chandelier; it crashed, scattering ambushers. Below, Thorn and Rurik corralled the last rebels against a wall. The lodge blazed brighter—flames licking roof beams. --- #### Face of Treason Among the pinned rebels stood Hamish—the escaped guard—eyes wild. “Beta lives!” he croaked. “He’ll rule the ashes!”

Juno went to the reception, asked the receptionist for the room number, the girl refused to give him information, until Juno showed her on her phone, a photograph she looked up online where a newspaper announced her wedding. The girl, surprised, gave him Gía's room number. If he was on his honeymoon, why was he staying in another room, with another girl? Juno went to Gía's room, he was sure he was with Manú, maybe they were making fun of him, laughing, and he didn't want to be a cuckold, even if it was a fictitious marriage. He arrived at Gía's door, and began to knock hard. “Gia! Open the damn door now!”

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

He never answers my call, not messages, and keeps our link broken. I’m about to lose right now while trying to understand what’s happening outside. Even the guards outside, refuse to tell me a thing even when I promised them to go off with their heads once I’m out of here. yet, still received nothing. While lost in my thoughts, the door of my room busted open revealing not Demian as I expected, but it was Rebel. “ Won! For a queen, you look like sh…” She didn’t finish her line realizing that it wasn’t the right time for her jokes.

The room is silent, so silent that a dropped pin would have echoed. The guards shut the door behind me and I began to bang on the door while pleading to the guards to let me out. “Let me out!." I yelled. My fingers wrecked my hair. I sat down on the sandy floor and hugged my knees while burying my face between them and awaiting my punishment. Whatever Luca had installed for me, I was ready to receive it and endure it. This wasn't a time to be the weak Omega or the pathetic Sheila . Tears burned fresh tracks down my cheeks as I began to count the seconds in my head. “One… two…three… four….”

I cursed as he pulled me closer, forcing me to sink into his chest. “What the hell are you doing?!” I pushed him away. I turned to look at the door when it suddenly opened, revealing a young man. “S-Sorry. We thought no one was here,” the woman beside him said shyly before quickly pushing her companion out. “You can use this room if you want,” Miguel said while adjusting his necktie. “Is it such a big deal to you that another man got me pregnant?” I asked curiously as he reached for the doorknob.

Playing for the NHL was a terrible choice because once they dig deeper, they find out what kind of shit you truly are. My chest constricts reading the last message sent by my mother, but I don't respond to it. I can't, not after what I did. Because, in a fucked up way, I agree with her. I'm the devil's child, indeed. With my eyes glazing over, I return to enjoying my latte. But even after I've downed it and ordered lunch, I still can't relax. Rebel told me her deepest secret, but would she still like me and be willing to date me if she knew mine?

My voice comes out wrecked and certain. “When do we shoot the rest?” Drew almost smiles. “Tuesday. Ten a.m. Don’t be late. And Lila—” He nods at my body, at the proof still leaking out of me. “Leave the limits box empty.” Sable kisses the corner of my filthy mouth, soft as a secret. “Welcome to Room B, baby.” I do not get dressed right away. I lie there in the bright lights with their hands still on me and the taste of both of them in my throat, and I understand the part no monologue ever covered. I am not going to tell anyone it was a mistake. I am going to come back.

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,