Disney Rebel Novelas e Histórias

Austin POV I have my daughter in my arms. She is perfect. She has all her fingers and toes. Her hair is black like Rebel’s. Her eyes are like mine, I think. She gave me a small smile, and she has the cutest dimples I’ve ever seen. She yawns and I kiss her forehead. Rebel has made me a father once again, and I could be more in love with her and our daughter. Then chaos erupted. Rebel’s monitors go on the fritz, sounding all kinds of alarms. I look at Rebel, and she has become pale and has passed out.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

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

She looked at me, worry written all over her face. I snorted. This sounds like some cliche Disney villain backstory. " You only started watching Disney movies with Cara recently, and besides this is serious. Disney isn't even all that dark." Athena made dramatic hand gestures at me. Touche! So what if she just shows up in the pack as expected? What are we gonna do? It's gonna be bad for Mark to risk an altercation with his ally because of me. The elders won't be easy on him for that one.

In the far corner, was a messenger— the one who had probably brought the news about the rebellion. “You slapped me, Damien? Why? Because I said you should stop whining about your duties? Or because I told you to stop talking about that bitch?!” Lily immediately stood up, red her flaring about. She looked like a flame, with the way her face turned pink and ears pointed sharp. I was invisible to the rest of the pack members. Entering the hall, no one noticed me. What could have triggered this unrest in paradise? I was amused, I couldn't lie.

Cain reported with a conflicted gaze. The old man gestured to the others and everyone found a seat to sit down. Most of the clan core people were here— at least, the previous’ core was. Since André became the new head of the family, almost everyone had been replaced. They only now held empty titles as André never seemed to want to announce to the world about his existence. However, despite keeping his existence a secret, all of them could not touch him even if they wanted so desperately in their hearts to get rid of him. Why? Because they were all weak. The generation after Cain produced monsters that they could not control. Also…

“I’ve been discussing solutions to our problem with the council, and they suggested something that I am not in favor of, but it’s something that can work.” “And this something involves me?” He nodded. “Exactly. We need the Rebels as allies. We need their extra strength if we’re going to take on both the Snakes and the Mezcals.” “How can I help? You know I’d do anything for the club,” I said. He made a pained face. “Don’t say that.” “It’s the truth. You’ve never asked a thing of me, but I’ve gotten so much from you all.” “Please,” he said, holding his hands up, “stop. Listen to me.” He put his cigar out. “The leader of the Rebels, his name is Jetter. You know this story?”

While the investors signed, Herminia Greco watched everything from her studio through the closed circuit, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Satisfied, ma'am?" asked her assistant. "My grandson is finally reacting, even though the price was high." "Do you think he will find Mrs. Gia?" "No, and it's better this way. At least for now." Herminia sighed. In Austin, Dorian finished assembling the crib, it had taken him weeks, working every free moment he had, it was in oak wood. "It's beautiful, perfect." Gia whispered, running her hand along the bars. "The mobile is still missing, I'm carving little wooden animals." Dorian pointed up.

“What, like some neighborhood boys who stole sugar from shops?” ‎ ‎“No,” he said flatly. ‎ ‎“Oh.” ‎ ‎He stepped a bit closer, and for once, I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. My legs felt like jelly. ‎ ‎“They called themselves the Sun Slashers,” he continued. “They were violent. Connected. They controlled a lot of supplies and territory.” ‎ ‎I frowned. “Supplies? Like what, spare parts? Petrol?” ‎ ‎His eyes flicked to mine. “Not the legal kind.”