Novel & Cerita Living Like We're Renegades

Before we left the room we turned to each other. "Maim but not murder" West said to me in Spanish "Chaos but not cash" I replied in German. It was the code we lived by. We never killed and we never did evil to make money. We refused to sell drugs or weapons or anything like that. Instead we helped create chaos to bring down people who did. We smiled at each other and left the room. POV Jaden

Foul Mouth is getting away with accusing me of saying dirty crap. He pretends to take the hoity-toity high road. “Susans everywhere are dreadfully offended.” “Alright, alright,” I snort. “I’m sorry. Are you satisfied?” “Very. Let’s banish butt holes from our minds and concentrate on the real shit.” Great. Looks like I’m not going to catch a break after all. “As to our lifestyle, we’ve all made it this far, and no one has found us or found out. We’re careful. Extra careful. Always. There’s no getting sloppy. Or you could just get out of it. This life, I mean.”

"Really?" "Really. I used to think sacrificing everything for Rowan was some grand act of motherhood, but now I see I was just making myself a martyr. I was only fooling myself." "Well, in that case..." Elise winked, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Tonight's on me. To celebrate your freedom, we're going big. We're hitting the hottest club and staying out all night!" Elise lived for places fueled by hormones and alcohol. I started to say no, but she grabbed my arm and hauled me up.

"No—" "This is the only way." "Getting yourself killed, really? That's the best you could come up with?" Joe scracthed his head roughly. "Maybe we can get money. Like millions or whatever, to buy our freedom." "What do you think this is, Joe? A street gang? Shit, this is the damn Black Souls, bro. A damn mafia group." "Okay! Then how about leaving the country? For christ's sake, even leaving the damn continent. Go to Africa or something. With no wifi or internet we're as good as ghosts."

I hooted and she chuckled. We started dragging our bags out of the room, down the stairs and across the corners of the living room. Mom was on the couch with dad lying next to her and his head on her thighs. "Have fun, girls. And remember----" "Early to bed, early to rise" We mimicked mom and dad laughed. Immediately, we got outside. Lucas and Austin, Zoe's newest boyfriend assisted us with the bags and luggage. I leaped and approached the Van which is an air vent. The car has seats and tables with a kitchen and bathroom in it. Perfect for a wide life camp.

- The renegades are approaching the border. - And since when is that news? They always come back... they're miserable people looking for food. - It's not food they want. She stares at me for a moment, assessing my expression. - So what do they want? - They talk about a mother. They mourn as if they've lost something. Dila narrows her eyes. - Renegades have no family ties or links to their former packs. - I know that. But they say they've lost her scent.

"Let's start." "Yup." I nodded and the both of us turned to the phone. "Always." I said first and Jaehyeon extended a hand to the phone. "Yours." Then we bowed and spoke together. "We're S.T.A.Y!" When we sat up again, Jaehyeon went back to leaning against his chair with an arm over mine. "Well, it's just the two of us though- Jeongwoo and YoonJae." We had actually titled our live 'YoonJae, Jeongwoo and Chicken'. It was pretty self-explanatory.

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

“Still alive?” I leaned against the hallway wall outside the ballroom and let out a quiet laugh. “Barely. My mother is actively trying to auction me off.” “Should I come rescue you?” “Please. Bring a ladder.” “Is it that bad?” “Charity gala. Wealthy donors. Everyone staring at me like I’m a project.” “Ah,” Noah said. “The Hunger Games, but with champagne.” “Exactly.” He chuckled. “Are they interrogating you about me again?”

The living room was a mess of noise, overlapping voices, tiny feet on hardwood, and the warm buzz of a pack returning safely home. I looked around at all of them, these loud, chaotic, stubborn, beautiful people. My people. We’d survived wars, betrayals, heartbreak, losses we thought would end us. We’d rebuilt from ashes nobody believed we could rise out of. We created our own strange, fierce little world… and somehow, in the middle of all the scars and madness, we found joy. Lucien slipped an arm around my waist, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head as the kids shoved popcorn buckets at Darius and argued over who got the first bath.