Disney Rebel Novelas e Histórias

“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.”

“No women. No kids. Those are your rules, sir.” “That’s right.” Rebel stood next to Clint, towering over him as he pocketed the rebel wolf’s blade. He cracked his knuckles once again with a menacing crunch. The sound sent a visible shiver running through the other wolf. “And if I ever see you lay a hand on a woman again, next time, your queen won’t be here to save you,” Rebel growled. “I don’t want to see you near the Midnight Coyote ever again.” Rebel stared down at her attacker, his face full of pure contempt. “Now run, coward.”

I was just a poor art student then, an orphan working shifts at a coffee shop to pay tuition. I painted in my spare time, dreaming of my own gallery show. Then one day, a rich bitch from school poured a scalding latte all over my final project. "Oops," she sneered. "Something this pathetic was never going to hang in a gallery. I was just helping you take out the trash." I tried to fight back, but her friends cornered me, and a slap stung my face. That's when Damon appeared. He wasn't the monster he is today. Back then, he wore an expensive, handmade suit. A god who’d stumbled into the wrong part of town.

Michael: Stay on your game Rebel Rebel: Bye Daddy (phone dead) I summon a maid to bring my driver. The party this evening is A-list, so I won't be packing a gun. No issue. I wear a small pistol on my thigh for good measure and smile to myself. I am twenty-five, and my whole body is an arsenal. I don't need much to get the job done. Even my nails are lethal.

REBORNED EPISODE Nine Deirdre POV Splash! I splashed some water on the so called crypto and he gasped. He slowly raised his head up and struggled against the ropes that are around him while sitting on a chair. He squint his eyes at the tiny bulb hanging above his head. “Somebody, help! Is someone here?! Where are I?!” He finally had the strength to open his mouth after trembling like someone being drenched at the club. He is probably like that because a gun wasn’t placed against his thigh.