I'm Radio Rebel Novels & Stories

All day matty has been torturing me even hook me up to an iv with the wolfsbane and ravine mixture he likes to call the hybrid mix because he can't think of anything better I guess. Matty has been torturing me every hour to keep me from healing. My body was covered in bruises, cut and burns, I was wearing nothing but a black bloody sports bra and black bootie shorts with a black collar that has heathen wrote on it. True to his word the king was doing anything and everything to insure that everyone saw a weak defeated rebel. Little did the stupid king know that I still had alot of fight left and I'm as stubborn as hell.

“Are you okay, my little rebel?” Uriel stands beside Selene on the balcony, where she is watching the crowd in the courtyard of Alba Noctis Castle. He has noticed that his granddaughter has been very quiet and restless since last night. It could be the full moon affecting her, but he hasn't seen her like this since that night she found her mate a year ago. “I’m fine, Grandpa,” Selene clears her throat and rubs her hands against her clothes, clearly uncomfortable. Uriel can see Saya moving restlessly in his granddaughter's mind, wagging her tail and whining.

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”

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

Today was supposed to be off- day from training but, oh well! I climbed up a wall into another route of the maze, footsteps hot on my pursuit. These men make too much noise. One of the men finally took my bait. " Ha! There she..." I landed a quick flying knee to his temple, knocking him out cold. Knowing that many others will be here too, I got to work. I needed to lure them to me. I took the phone radio thingy from the unconscious soldier and dialled it. The was a noisy buzzing and static before a soldier spoke on the other end.

*** We shared the news with guys they were super excited and wanted to start practicing asap but since the paperwork were pending we decided to wait until it's officially ours. "Rebel wants to celebrate, she is asking for a party saying she missed last night's celebration," Tyler said while talking to Rebel on the phone. Rebel is a band member, she's a guitarist and she's really good at it. She's such a badass and such a humble person. We are lucky to have her in the band.

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

Logan After ordering me a cinnamon roll, Rebel is sucking liquid through a red and white straw. She ordered an iced coffee not long ago and seems more at ease than when I first sat down. We have talked about random things for an hour. On the surface, platonic questions, but now the conversation is paddling back toward us. Rebel is currently busy grilling me for being in the same city. "But it's not the off-season right now, so what are you doing in my part of the city? Don't you have games this week?"

"Godfather, is that wise? It could—" "Could what? Start a war?" I laughed, a cold, sharp sound. "If Leo Volkov had the balls to take what's mine, he better be ready for the consequences." I walked back to the safe and took out my silver Desert Eagle. The sound of me chambering a round was deafening in the quiet room. "And one more thing." I tucked the gun into the back of my waistband. "Tell the families if I'm not back in three days, they burn the Russian syndicate to the ground."

Marcel hissed impatiently. “Contact the media and the blogs. Make it nearly impossible for his sex video to be scrubbed. We can’t let him get reinstated as the CEO especially if he wants to end the marriage,” Chelsea blinked and satisfaction filled Marcel as he saw the wheels turning in her head. “Call the press. I’m going to have a press conference,” Chelsea’s face hardened. Doubts began to claw at Marcel. “A press conference? Won’t that affect your image?” “No.” Chelsea shook her head. “I’ve played the silent repentant woman for too long. It’s time to get back in the media and reclaim my fans as a contrite sad wife who just got cheated on,”