Gavin Radio Rebel Novels & Stories

Beside him are two others rebels, all three of them armed with an assault rifles. "Hello, Tristan," the guy with yellow hair starts. "We need to talk with you about something." "Me first," I say, getting up and wiping the bit of sweat from my eyes. "How about you tell me where I am, why I'm here, and where the fuck Rebecca is?" "Don't worry about Rebecca," the guy answers, "She's fine. My men found her before they find you, and quickly took her to our infirmary. She's alive. As for your other questions, my name is Martin, and I am the leader of the Rebel."

Venera concluded. The prince was staring in awe at the two rebels in front of him. They had a whole hierarchy of operations. The 10 weren't just ten teenagers rebelling for the sake of it. They were organized and deliberate with what they did. This was so much more than Felix had given them credit for.

“Has nothing to do with love or you feeling sorry, or you wanting me. It has everything to do with the power you get once you obtain the role of Alpha. So, stop bullshitting me, and let go of my hand.” He looked stunned by my outburst. “You heard her, jackass. Let go of her before I kick your ass,” Rebecca hissed. I was glad she returned because I was done with this conversation. “Is there a problem here?” The waiter asked, eyeing Gavin suspiciously before glancing down at me. Gavin finally released my arm and held it to my chest as he burned me. “No,” Gavin said firmly, his eyes meeting the waiters. “No problem at all. I was just leaving.”

The initials 'JG' and 'SL' gave it away—Jeffrey had set up the fireworks just for Sophie. Just like clockwork, Sophie sent me a video bragging about it. [Listen up, Jeffrey made this show for me and me alone. So what if you were childhood friends? So what if you're pregnant? He doesn't love you. [I guess your wedding isn't such a big deal. In the end, it's me he loves.] Then, a message from someone with a black profile picture popped up on my screen. I smirked at their words. Tonight was going to be the last blast for those two.

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.

Brandon Stone slung an arm around my shoulders, putting on a mysterious air. "Who do you want to pick, Skylar? I think Laura Colson is pretty good!" I felt dazed for a moment before it hit me that I'd been reborn. I turned to focus on Brandon before me, a chill running down my spine. He was my dad's illegitimate son. After his mom died, Dad brought him home, saying it was so I'd have some company. In my previous life, he married Gwen Moore and lived in the lap of luxury.

“He fucking laughed in my face when he saw the video.” “What? Laughed?” “Yes! He acted like a complete psychopath, saying he doesn’t care about the video and that I should release it if I want.” “What?” I repeated, my voice going high. My mind reeled. So Gavin had bluffed with my sex tape? Was he insane? “You know what? I’m going in,” I said, turning toward the door. Reynold looked relieved. “Thank yo—” “Shut the fuck up! I’m not doing it for you, you asshole,” I snapped as I gripped the door handle and pushed it open, stepping inside and slamming it shut behind me.

Her silver robes were drenched but her voice, when it rang out, was clear as the temple bells. "Reid of Raven's Peak. He was a warrior, guardian, brother, son of the mountain, wind and sworn blade of our future. We return your soul to the Moon, and your fire to the stars." Torches were lowered. The flame caught slowly, then spread in tendrils across the soaked wood, crackling as if mourning, too. Orange light danced over tear-streaked faces. Gavin tugged my sleeve. I knelt down, pressing my forehead to his. "You’re OK, baby. You’re safe now."

Gavin growled in annoyance and pointed his thumb at Rey in an angry gesture. “You should have held me back from saying something like that, Rey! Look, I'm like a circus clown babbling on and on,” Gavin mumbled as he stomped over to the couch, right next to Connor. “You're the only friend I consider, they're just statues. Let's just pretend it's not there,” Gavin said to Connor who seemed busy playing with his cellphone and ignored Gavin next to him.

“You showed them that you are not just a bridge between worlds, but a foundation that cannot be shaken. Your mother would have been in awe of the woman you have become.” “I don't feel like a foundation, Dad,” Rebel whispered, her voice finally wavering as the adrenaline began to fade. “I feel like I'm holding up a mountain with a broken arm. Elijah’s brother is still out there. The coven is still watching. This was just one battle.”