Esteban Rebelde Novels & Stories

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

"The men who fall in love with you don't let go easily." I turned to face him. "Including you?" "Including me," he nodded seriously. "Never." Three months later, we were in Las Vegas. The MGM Grand. A high-stakes negotiation was happening tonight. Control over the East Coast arms smuggling routes. A two-hundred-million-dollar deal. Leo and I were there representing the Russian syndicate. "Who's our competition?" I asked the hotel manager. "The Vitale family." My fingers twitched. A year. I thought I'd never have to hear that name again.

“Lo siento señor, but Pablo have always wanted to prove himself to you, he believed that if he takes him down that he would gain your respect. I tried to stop him, even Gabriella did but he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t. I’m sure Gabriella…” “Is dead,” the man finished for him, his eyes not leaving him, “do you think that he would kill mi hijo and he would leave his girlfriend? That man has no heart, he has no soul. That man isn’t called El Diablo for no reason, do I need to tell you the meaning? In all the people you allowed my son to assassinate, you chose El Diablo, you chose The devil, Andrés, El Diablo,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, “El Diablo,” he repeated a

Manú kissed him back, for a moment everything seemed perfect, until suddenly she felt him tense up and slowly move away. “Gía, we can't do this.”Manú stepped back and ran a hand through his hair. “Why not?” Gía felt her face burning with shame at her boldness, but she needed to know. “Gía, listen, I like you, I like you a lot, but I can't be part of this, I'm not going to participate in this, I won't be part of your revenge against Juno.”

“I’m gay, mum. Where could you possibly find another gay man who would be interested in me?” “There is someone,” his mum replied, excitedly. “You know the Rueben family, right?” “The Ruebens?” the name rang a bell. After a short while of him racking his brains, he finally remembered. “Oh, the architectural firm Reubens? The family behind it?” “Yes!” his mum clapped her hands. “Those Reubens. Their second son is gay just like you.” “Good lord-“ “And he’s single too,” Ashley continued. “And just like us, his parents really want him to you know, find someone to maybe settle down with.”

he muttered coldly. I forced a smile, extending my hand to Rosie. “My name is Nolan, but you can call me Mr. Esteban.” She grasped my hand. It still fit in mine just like I remembered from years ago. She smiled and pulled away, excusing herself. Once she was gone, Mr. Rebel gave me a knowing look. “You know how I feel about work relationships… but I want you to pursue whatever is going on between you and Rosie.” I choked in disbelief. “That’s against company policy, and she could lose her job.”

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

“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.”

I found Fabin at his usual spot, overseeing the night's proceedings with a keen eye. "I want it all tonight," I told him, my voice steady despite the storm raging within. "Give me every challenger willing to fight." Fabin's eyes assessed me for a moment before he nodded, understanding the unspoken need that drove me. "As you wish, Hawk," he replied, his tone betraying a hint of admiration. As I prepared for the night's battles, the reality of what I was doing began to sink in. I was seeking relief in violence, in the pain and the rush it brought.

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"