Esteban Rebelde Novels & Stories

***CALEB*** “WHAT THE HELL!” I exclaimed in shock as I placed my coffee mug on my central table. I keenly kept my eyes on the TV, watching the news report; my brother's fiancee and my mate had been found dead and buried in a shallow grave back in the Woodcreek mountain at the borders of Woodthorn. Grrrrrr Grrrrr! Grrrrr grrrr!! My phone rang. I picked up the phone with my eyes still glued to the TV and placed it in my ear.

“There will be no wedding. I’m free starting today.” But then— Something else caught my attention. “The sudden appearance of Don Ernesto Montevallo’s only child is also trending right now.” I froze. The screen flashed, and there he was. Miguel. My heart lurched. I barely registered the news anchor’s words. “Don Ernesto Montevallo, a longtime bachelor, shocked the business world by revealing his only son, Miguel Damien Montevallo. According to Don Ernesto, it took two decades before he reunited with his child from his ex-wife.”

Me, the naive lover turned accomplice. We needed more than press leaks now. We needed a failsafe. “We need to talk to Esteban,” Leti said, her voice low. I froze. “Your brother?” She nodded. “He works in cyber defense. Black-hat level.” “Isn’t he still on probation?” Leti smirked. “That’s why he’s perfect. He owes me. And he’s not afraid of a man like Jeff.” We met Esteban that night. He lived in a worn-down building in Naples, surrounded by tech scraps and humming servers. His arms were inked with tattoos of circuitry and code, his smile crooked but sincere.

“I was…” He swallowed thickly. “I was betrayed,” the betrayal was still in his voice, raw and visceral. “I was betrayed, poisoned, weakened, and imprisoned. I was sent to the human’s lands, and there magical cuffs were put upon me,” he looked at his wrists as if still seeing those bindings. “Bindings created by a witch, who they continued to torment, seeming determined to torture unto death. I broke free, and took her with me, making her my second child, Meguitte,” his eyes flared red with his rebellion against the humans who had tried and failed to break him, the tension of his confession breaking. “I have always adopted rebels,” Talen’s smile was all teeth. Heath’s lips curled. “I’d believ

They both came after us. Where is Dal? Jake enquired. They enjoyed playing with my snow leopard as well; in fact, Dal was the main focus of most of our early memories. I responded, "He is now under my wing. I don't have faith in tonight's visitors." "This came so quickly. I'm curious why he's here "Embry raised her voice and echoed our interest. "He appears to be seeking increased military collaboration. Increasingly, he is enlarging his empire in opposition to the dragons "When Jacob spoke, I found myself agreeing with his viewpoint.

She was, after all, one of the people nobody should mess with at school. Just like his mother, Mira Mogan, Cole Hill had a great sense of justice. In her past life, they did not really meet at school since Evely did not attend classes often. But when they did meet when they were older, their interactions were always bad. This boy would grow up to be a very snotty adult with hero tendencies. Since Evely was a villain, then he was her “nemesis”. He unknowingly helped her surrogate mother teach Evely a lesson by believing the lies Eileen Hunt fed him.

It was their point man. He introduced himself to them: "Hello, my name is Esteban. You can call me Stevie." Hello Stevie. My name is Zeke, and this is Trevor." "You've spoken with Brother Jomar and Bart?" "Yes, they've helped us escape the Valley. We owe them our lives." "You have something for me?" "Hold on. How do we know you're the person we're supposed to meet?" "I understand. Look at this," said Stevie and showed a small tattoo of a native Filipino dagger (kampilan) on his wrist, the sign of a true Son of Lapu-Lapu.

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

Maya cried out and Naya slapped her. "What's that for?" Maya glared at her. "To reset your brain. We didn't come here for this, behave Maya." Maya huffed and looked away, not throwing a fit anymore and finally going silent. "We need your help Jeremy," I faced him, and I became serious, taking a sit beside Naya. "What could you possibly need my help with?" He frowned, looking baffled. I exchanged smiles with the girls and they nodded in approval. "We are starting a rebel group and you're the only guy we're letting in on this," I informed him and he frowned.

The tiger smiled sarcastically and said, "Don't worry, this kind of small arms and body, I will punch him so I can send him to see the King of Hell." "This guy, his back looks a little familiar," Ruben said with a frown from the stand. Apollo felt the same, his eyes suddenly narrowed and he said, "Isn't this Esteban?" Reminded by Apollo, Ruben confirms Esteban's identity and says with a bitter smile. "This man is crazy. Does he want to die? Is he and his wife having a problem?" Apollo just shook his head because he didn't know what Esteban had eaten or why he would fight tonight.