I'm Radio Rebel Novels & Stories

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.

“We Brits should’ve done in all you bloody Highlanders when we ’ad the chance.” Murtagh growled. “Ye daft—” “Would you two idiots swear like some fucking American cowboys for once? Christ,” Rebel swore. He had their attention again now. Solomon’s finger was already on the trigger, as was Rebel’s. Rebel’s grip tightened in threat. “Last chance,” he warned. “Your ol’ antidote will die with me, Rebely.” At the moment, Rebel couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d originally intended to do this without Solomon, so why the hell did it matter? He’d protect Lily for as long as it took and find another way. He’d made a mistake coming here.

“What if she says no?” “Then I will stay with her until she dies and I’ll deal with the loss my own way.” “Which is?” “I have picked out a nice sepulchre by the ocean, close to where I was reborn.” “You’ll petrify yourself?” I haven’t told anyone except Sebastian this, and I never planned on telling Vesper, but I had it all worked out. After the last Festival of Creation, I wanted to go into the Sepulchre. I couldn’t stand it anymore. This life had become too painful. Simone gave me a reason, small and short as that time may be, to keep going for a little while longer. “Sebastian had orders to revive me a hundred years from now,” I say.

Sabrina's POV~ The message I had received from Tyler on my burner phone—“Deliver Elara’s parents, or you’re next”—rang in my ears like the toll of death, causing my blood to run cold as I stuffed Julian’s ritual notes into my jacket, crumpled corners pressing into my ribs. The howling of the bloodhounds shattered Vellex’s alleys, Roland’s war to win his son back won against my “Silver Veil Asset” insignia, a scarlet traitor’s mark sewn into my flesh. I was a ghost, creeping in the shadows, my sneakers stealthy on the rain-wet concrete, the stink of garbage hiding my aroma. My betrayal of my brother, and Elara, was a wound to my heart, but I’d written those notes at Caspian’s apartment, a des

“There are a few groups of rebels, most of them get caught pretty regularly these days and executed in the town squares. All because of the chips. Some just want the chips to be removed. Some want to kill the monarchy as a whole. Some want just the king dead and you on the throne. And some want just a stop to the meaningless wars the king has been starting in the last 10 years.” "How do you know about that, Venera? Is it common knowledge?" he asked. "It isn't common, but it's pretty easy to find out if you are looking for it," she explained. The prince asked if Venera shared the ideas of any of the rebels. She hesitated to answer at first but decided to share a piece of the truth. "I wouldn'

He’s in charge of the trainees and the mission's leader. The three of us have found our proper places in the coven as we help the coven run like a well oiled machine. It’s great to see us fulfilling our purposes. It will be interesting to see what Rebel does. She’s a little spitfire who is giving Mom and Dad a run for the money. Mom did decide to name her Rebel, so I’m not sure why she thought Rebel wouldn’t be a spitfire.

He yanked out his phone, tapped it, and from the speaker came Eleanor’s unmistakable voice: “Madison and Clare are alive. You need to finish the job. Kill Madison again.” The recording echoed through the room like a gunshot. Madison’s eyes widened in horror, her entire body trembling. Clare gasped, her fury breaking into raw grief. Richard immediately pulled Madison into his arms, holding her tightly as her breath hitched against his chest. “Eleanor…” Clare whispered in disbelief, her fists shaking. “Monster…” “That’s fake!” Eleanor snapped, panic bleeding into her voice. She slammed her hands on the table. “It’s manipulated audio! Lies! All of it!”

Not yet. Sena’s fingers tightened around the Moonmark fragment in her pocket. They were ready. The time had come to face the storm. The first blast of energy rang out, a flare of light in the distance. And then, chaos. The rebellion had struck. ---

"The male lead has most likely awakened his self-awareness. However, you still have a chance now. If you keep working at it, you might be able to turn things around. "You can fabricate more comments for him and make him firmly believe that Rosalie Lark is the villainess. Hopefully, everything can still be salvaged. Otherwise, you'll only end up being erased." The moment I heard that, I understood what was going on. A system, huh? It was just one parasite latching onto another parasite. I'd been fooled in my previous life. If not for that, Brandon and his system wouldn't have had such an easy time. In this life, I would cut off every escape route he had.

All of the men inside were quite, if they don't move, I'll possibly think they are human size statue of armed men. “Yeah, let's hold on that hope of yours.” I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes. I'm still not happy with this set-up. What if their plan failed? Oh, good luck to all of us. “Status update, over.” Rey's radio brought a deep voice, releasing it into the car. “Currently scattered, over.” He answered putting the radio near his mouth. Who would think they still use it, wow what a surprise. The only group I saw using that are the policemen or anyone who works in the government.