Linkin Park 8 Bit Rebellion Novels & Stories

"I guess you have nine lives or something." "Thanks, Ms. Lark," I said. "Is a verbal thank-you all I'm gonna get?" I cleared my throat. "You can have full control of the Nanvard project." From the beginning, I'd prepared two backup plans. If Phil agreed to help, then the Nanvard project would've gone to him. If he turned me down, then I would've given it to the Lark family. As long as one of them came to drag me out of this hell, that was good enough.

Cecile and Love Rein joined in, beating her mercilessly. “Even if you kill me, nothing will change, Glenda!” Roxanne shouted, her voice raw. “Daddy didn’t leave you an inheritance because you were a rebellious child! I won’t tell you anything! Even if you change the company’s name, it still won’t belong to you! Gutierrez Industries is mine!” “Shut up!” Love Rein shrieked. The video was a bit dark, so I turned up the brightness. Love Rein was holding a bottle.

To celebrate our daughter's eighteenth birthday, my husband, James Miller, decided to go nude cycling. I told him he was too old for that and would embarrass himself, but he looked at me with disdain and said, "Liliana, your life is so boring. You refuse to embrace new things." Then he brought the dog belonging to his first love, Sophia Lewis, and placed it before me. It was then I realized it was Sophia who had organized the nude cycling event. I felt my anger boiling beneath the surface as our son, Thomas, took the leash and handed it to me.

Carla stands still, watching everyone leave. "You too, Mother." An anxious and clearly angry growl echoes through the room. Sorem is wreaking havoc in Connor's mind, constantly pushing to shift and be with his mate. However, Connor is fighting to keep him at bay, causing an intense internal struggle. "I thought you were over your rebellious phase," Connor rubs his face wearily as he sits in the chair by the bed. His comment makes his mate frown. "I thought we were about to start being a normal couple, an example for the members of our pack, but this..."

"So after you use my hard-earned savings to buy things for someone else, I'm not even allowed to be annoyed?" Knowing he was in the wrong, he still muttered stubbornly, "You're so unreasonable." I could not be bothered to argue further and slammed the door shut. Over the next few days, I sold off some worthless possessions—mementos from my previous life that once held meaning. Now they seemed like nothing but cheap junk. I packed them all up and sold them to a scrap dealer for a pittance. That afternoon, while continuing to pack, Sebastian appeared before me holding some money.

It flared brighter. I lifted my chin, my eyes burning with the same intensity that had fueled my defiance. “I don’t need your approval,” I said, my voice shaking with the force of my own anger. “Josh doesn’t need your control. He can make his own decisions. He's not some kid that needs approval from their parents. He’s an adult. And so am I.”

In the far corner, was a messenger— the one who had probably brought the news about the rebellion. “You slapped me, Damien? Why? Because I said you should stop whining about your duties? Or because I told you to stop talking about that bitch?!” Lily immediately stood up, red her flaring about. She looked like a flame, with the way her face turned pink and ears pointed sharp. I was invisible to the rest of the pack members. Entering the hall, no one noticed me. What could have triggered this unrest in paradise? I was amused, I couldn't lie.

"Oh, and Loanne? Before I go... I found a silk robe in the laundry last night. Jasmine-scented. It’s not my size, and it’s definitely not yours.” I watched as her face twisted into a blend of jealousy and panic. She thought they were on the same team. I was revealing that Silas was a man who looked out for himself, and if the brakes failed, she might be the next one to be an "accident" he needed to remove. I left her standing there, breathless and questioning her partner in crime. As I made my way to the garden where the music began, I spotted my father. The priest stood at the altar. Silas had returned to his position, looking sweaty but resolute. He thought if he could just get through the

"When history comes knocking at your door again and justice lies dead in the blood of the innocents. When those who claimed to be the strongest fail and the helpless look around ,struggling in vain. Is when she rises from the dead. Spreading the light of heaven in this world that has turned to hell. Making them know indeed who is the real. "Rebel" ..................................................... The sun was going to set in the horizon bringing in the darkness. Which was going to envelope this world into a lifelong of servitude and injustice.

The symbol of a broken covenant, the symbol of several more to come. So many horrible things came from this night. An entire town of people… dead. The town itself… uninhabitable. Too much bad energy. A result of a betrayal. A result of fighting. The result of a massacre. Two clans… ended. A Soulmate Union… betrayed. The sorrow for all of the losses was great, but the biggest grievance was the betrayal of the Soulmate Bond. The people made the choice to fight. They decided this was the hill they wanted to die on… or mountain, as it were. But the Soulmate Covenant? No. The Covenant should never have been treated in this manner, with this violence.