Mc Renegade Novels & Stories

I don't want my mother's beloved kingdom to be in a demon's hands. I walked and left her there dumbfounded. No one should ever insult me for I know everyone's secret and how I can take them down in a minute. I know they are planning something wicked, I know them and I know how I can stop and pull them down too. I am no damsel in distress but a tigress they should avoid being bitten by. Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly.

She held the joint out to him, continuing to make a cat with a hairball faces. He took the joint and then a tentative small puff. “Fuck that!” he threw it down and destroyed it under his boot. “Reed, let her swab your ass!” “Where are you going?” the Hispanic man asked. “To tongue a hot exhaust pipe. Fuck that’s nasty.” He walked over and pulled a box out of his saddle bags. “Been a while since I’ve seen you this relaxed.” The younger Renegade said caressing her cheek. Immediately, she stilled, cast her eyes down and clasped her hands together in front of her.

Marcos had studied the place for so long that he knew the key of that black door was given just to nurses men and there weren’t any guards, but even if there were, they had to be more worried to put up the fire than any other thing. “They can’t see us.” Erika said. Marcos smiled. That made him happy: hearing her talk was a relief. She wasn’t crazy at all, and those drugs, those electrocks, the treatment that was meant to drive her mad had never worked because the hatred, resentment and her hopes to see her son one day had kept her alive and in her five senses. “No, my crazy lady, they won’t see us.” Just ten meters away they were from the black door. Screams in pain were heard.

"Stella, get ready, you have a job to do this night" Mrs Smith said to one of the female special assassins. "Yes, ma'am!" Stella bowed her head. "I need you to clear the mess Hannah left behind. Someone just confirmed that Meng is taking another thirteen years old girl to a hotel to defile as usual. He is a beast! I will write down the details for you and I trust you always do clean jobs, don't disappoint me this time" Mrs Smith confided.

I remember one of our units lost a couple of men on the last tour Trevor and Ryan had done together. "Yeah," he gets a faraway look in his eyes. "You wonder what they would be doing today. Would they be married to the girls they were dating? Would they be dads? Hell, one of them might have my spot on the Moonshine Task Force. There's so many unknowns, and it's hard to live with. At least for me it was. Renegade didn't have the problems I had, probably because he had such a shitty childhood." "What changed?" I grab Stella, snuggling her close to me. The innocent scent of talcum powder and formula is one of my favorites. It grounds me in this conversation we're having.

Within seconds, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood before me, his skin covered in scars, his eyes still glowing like molten gold. His body nude in front of me as he walked, crossing his arms over his chest. It took everything in me not to look down at his chest, his toned ups and his cock which stood prominent right in front of me. He smirked. “Not bad, little Omega. You’ve got some fire in you. I am impressed.” I didn’t lower my guard. “Who are you?” The man tilted his head, studying me like I was something interesting, something unexpected. “Name’s Kieran. And you?Considering that you are in my territory, I believe that you can tell that you do not belong here, but you should not be here.”

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

she said loudly, trying to penetrate my mind with her eyes. I offered her a calm smile, denying her access to my thoughts. “That's Alpha Logan to you, Elena,” I replied with conviction. She let out a hollow laugh. “You said it yourself: I'm a renegade, and renegades don't bow to any Alpha. You're not my Alpha, Logan.” I felt a twinge of annoyance. If there's one thing that really irritates me, it's disrespect. However, what she said was true. Renegades have no pack, and they rarely acknowledge an Alpha. They are arrogant, often impulsive, relying on brute force rather than intellect.

Ten years ago Annie Salazar was excited to attend her sisters wedding, it was all over the news, lots of preparations were taking place one month before the D-Day, just like everyone else, Annie had left with Salazar's private pilot and his jet, heading towards Paris for her sisters wedding, as the pilot flew her, suddenly the weather changed, there was a raging storm that the pilot could not control the plane. Marcus had been Salazar's pilot for ten years, with a twenty five years experience, never had he encounter this life threatening situation, he tried all he could to control the plane, but his efforts were fruitless, a loud bang was heard, Annie screamed closing her eyes, the lightenin

Because of the scarring, Tank had to go over that spot more than once. Now is the time for the big reveal. We start with Speed since she isn’t covered yet. Even Damon gets up “ Mind if I have a look?” he asks. Brick nods and Damon looks over. “ Damn, that is awesome. Merigold’s work?” he asks. Speed answers “ The one and only.” I take my phone out and take a picture so I can show Speed. Merigold did a great job on it. It is the Reckless Renegades seal. Inside the seal is a car like Frank with a white rabbit sitting on the hood. The handles of the guns look like they are made of bricks. At the top of the seal is a mirrored R and at the bottom says ‘Property of Brick and Gretchen’. All of us a