I've Rebel Heart Novels & Stories

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

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

Murtagh approached him, sitting down on a large rock beside Rebel. “Realized what?” Rebel mumbled in between sips of whiskey. He’d downed enough Jack Daniel’s that any human would be drunk as a skunk, but with his wolf metabolism, he was just getting started. There wasn’t enough liquor in the world to numb the pain in his chest. He’d thought his johnson heart gone, a shriveled hole in his chest. He’d been horribly, terribly wrong. “Ye finally realized I was right. That the loss of that lass will be the death of

"Why?" Rebel shrugs and smiles. "You're just a year older than me, but I always thought you had everything together. I knew you enjoyed drawing and that you're good at it, but... Honestly, I didn't think you had it in you to follow your heart. As your sister, I'm proud of you." "Aw, Rebel," I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the need to hug her. "You're such a sweetheart!" "Don't even think about coming over to hug me!" Rebel warns me. "I hate hugs and physical contact... Unless it's from a hot motorcycle guy—I need to get one of those."

For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. Then the courtyard shifted, tectonic, hearts and loyalties realigning—or refusing. Rhea slapped a fist to her chest, eyes fierce. “You want rogues held back and walls patched from the *outside,* storm-girl?” she called. “I’m there. We’ve been missing someone who knows which way the wind is blowing.” Rebel hesitated, tension written in every line of him. Then he nodded once, sharp. “I don’t like being told what to do by pups,” he said. “But I like losing wolves less. If you can keep more from walking into those cracks, I’ll hold the lines you point at.”

"To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels." "To hell with your f..king rebels. You and all the rebels can burn in f..king hell along with the f..king damned parliamentarians." He barked, pointing the top of the dagger to him. "I will never, f..king never hurt my Layla. I rather slit my own throat than hurt a strand of hair on her."

"Thank you, Iris. For giving me the chance to prove that I'm still the man who would do anything for you." After he left I collapsed back onto my bed and stared at the ceiling while trying to process what had just happened. I'd basically agreed to bind myself to the man who had destroyed my heart and soul, but this time I was going to be the one in control. If Elias Stormbane thought he could waltz back into my life and make everything better with pretty words and patient devotion then he was about to learn exactly how wrong he was. I was going to make him suffer for every tear I'd cried, every sleepless night, every moment I'd believed I was worthless because of his rejection.

Voice dropping to a whisper only he would hear. “But know this: I’m not doing it for the board. Not for the Fang. Not for rank points or legacy or any of that shit. I’m doing it for you. The kid who kissed me back. The kid who looked at me like I was the only real thing in his world—even if just for a second.” She waited. Breath held. Spurs silent. Then—quiet, through the door: “I’m not asking you to open up right now. I’m not asking you to trust me yet. But I am telling you: I’m ready to rebel. With you. For you. However far you want to take it.”

I’m Remy Vale. And I’m carrying two hearts the world tried to erase. And they’re still beating. ---

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.