Confession Of A Rebel Get A Room Novels & Stories

Was it all part of some twisted plan? No. I refuse to believe that. He called me. He risked everything to warn me. That means something. I pull out my phone, open the voice recorder, and whisper to myself: “If you can’t trust anyone, trust your heart.” The words sound fragile in the empty room, but they’re all I have left. I stare at the flash drive again, knowing that once I open it, nothing will ever be the same. --- That night, I sneak into the computer lab. The halls are dark, the only sound the hum of the vending machines.

They were wrong and clinging, hanging in the motel room like cigarette smoke. ‎But we had to do something. It was not an option to sit and stare at messages, pictures, and fake screenshots. Marcus had provided us with a location and a time. At dawn, he desired the pier. He promised no tricks. He pledged not to kill the hostages. He made many promises that, when you hear them over the phone, you don't believe. ‎

I twisted his arm backwards . “Aiden . Don’t. Police are arriving.” I tried to calm him down. For a second his actions and words had me . But no . I need to focus . “Get my phone.” I ordered him . He rapidly handed it over . I threw Denver on the ground and showed him his confession video . He wasn’t that scared until he saw the history of his corruption and all the rapes . “Who .. who are you?” The only words left from his filthy mouth were those . This was a long day .

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

THIRD PERSON POV >> A SECRET ESTATE << Mr. Reagan and Mr. Robertson were currently in a confidential room; they were both having an intensive discussion. "Have Gabrielle been found?" Mr. Robertson asked Mr. Reagan who was restlessly pacing to and fro. "Not at all!" Mr Reagan snapped annoyingly as he started to massage his forehead frustratingly. "What!" Mr. Robertson yelled loudly "Tomorrow is the meeting between the clans. What are you gonna do?!" He growled further and Mr Reagan was taken aback.

“You look like you’re about to snap, Reyes.” “I need a scene,” I said, voice low. “Hard. No aftercare required.” Her eyes flickered with interest. “Top or bottom?” “Top.” The word came out rough. “I want to give orders. I want obedience. I want to feel in control.” She studied me for a long moment, then nodded. “Room Seven. Fifteen minutes.” I waited in the corridor, pulse already hammering. Room Seven was one of the larger ones—black leather bench, St. Andrew’s cross, wall of impact toys, dim red lights.

The room would have been dark, but the lights from the lamps prevented it and gave it a gloomy feel. "The confessor's here, My King" the guard bowed, while Isabelle stood behind him, fear getting the best part of her. Caesar didn't say a word or try to raise an eye brow as he focused on the scrolls he was working on. The guard kept his head bowed and dare not move, and after a very long while, he spoke up. "Leave us" came the stringent command, and the guard bowed and left. Isabelle interlocked her fingers and kept her eyes glued to the floor. At that moment, she felt she was alone with the devil - an angry devil.

She tugged at the collar, but of course, it wouldn't let. "You dick!" She screamed. I attached the leash to her collar and tugged her to the throne, but she firmly planted her feet to the ground. "Let me go you sick bastard!" I sharply tugged the leash till she fell into me, but I held her face firmly in my hand. "I do not tolerate such language in my confession room. Understand?" She didn't respond. Just glared at me defiantly. "Understand?" I said louder so that my voice echoed off the walls of the room.

It didn't take much to guess that the call was from Gisella. But now, it no longer mattered whether it was her. I turned and headed upstairs. Using dizziness as an excuse, I turned down the rehabilitation session before stopping outside Matteo's study. After a brief moment of hesitation, I still entered the numbers 0902. That was the day he'd first confessed his love to me. I hadn't held out much hope, but the door opened with a soft click. For a moment, an inexplicable feeling washed over me. But there was no time to think. I hurried inside and rifled through the room before taking a photo of the arms-dealing map.