One Rebellious Night Novels & Stories

I couldn’t even believe I’d just gotten intimate with an unknown man in a one night stand. I cursed myself as I went back to the bed and covered myself, I was in pain and I got drunk because I had seen my boyfriend in bed with my best friend but now, I did even worse by having a one night stand with a stranger. I put my hand on my chest, I was feeling uneasy. I looked towards the left and I saw the dress i had on the night before and I quickly put it on. “What are you doing?” He asked coldly

That’s why we wanted you both here to celebrate with us this evening. I was having trouble finding my voice. I was having trouble believing my sister had met and fallen in love with someone without me knowing anything about it. I was having trouble standing next to Grayson Barlowe without dropping at his Italian leather-clad feet in a swoon. He was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit that highlighted the width of his broad shoulders and the long lean length of his legs. His ink-black hair was swept back off his face similar to his brother’s but, unlike Ethan, Grayson had flecks of grey at his temples, giving him a distinguished, older, and wiser look that somehow made him even more attract

I let out smugly, drawing his attention to the screen. “Holy Fuck! You Bastard!” he et out in anger as he saw that the ex-Bratva captains that formed the Bratva Insurgencies were kneeling in from of my boys with a gun pointed to their brains. My boys have succeeded in breaking into their building and taking out their boys. I was not here on time, but Liam coordinated the attack, and now they have conquered all the buildings, and they have the Idiots on their knees, begging for mercy.

yelled Rebekah, her eyes glittering maliciously. “No…” Iris kicked and thrashed to save her honor. “Leave me. I have apologized to you. What more do you want?” Rebekah stormed towards her and grabbed hold of her. “Go on!” she yelled at the guard. The guard unbuttoned her jeans, but before he could pull them down, the door flew open. “What’s going on here?” Two police officers marched inside, followed by none other than Maddox Laurier.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

Rebel’s POV The problem with nights in the clubhouse is that they don’t really end. The music stops, the laughter fades, the bikers wander off to bed or to someone else’s—but the energy lingers like heat after a storm. It hums through the walls, through the floors, through my bones. And tonight, something feels wrong. I’m curled on my bed reading a dog eared book, the one Fang always pretends he doesn’t know I stole from his room years ago. The air is thick with the scent of oil and steel from the garage below, comforting in the way only home can be.

The flashing light was hitting my eyes, yet it was a good distraction not to think of anything. Just what I need. A little rebellious night won’t hurt, right? The Pulse, a family-friend-owned nightclub, was brimming with wild people, dancing and grinding on the dancefloor and I can already see a glimpse of myself being one of them once I filled myself with alcohol.

Apart from Rose’s desperate pleas and calls to get her heat satiated, the entire room was shrouded in an eerie kind of pin drop silence “You guys spiked her drink?,” Rebel knew the answer yet asked “So..sorry we.. we should not have done that, please forgive us, we will never do this again ever, we deserve to die for this but pl..,” The men pleaded “You deserve to die for sure,” Rebel’s voice was low and arctic and it sent shivers down their spine when they realised he wasn’t joking

“Fear can turn into respect—but only if you prove your worth. Right now, they see you as a liability. Show them you’re not.” Frustration boiled within me. “And how am I supposed to do that?” A faint smile tugged at her lips. “By fighting for them. There’s a meeting tonight—a gathering of rebels and pack leaders. It’s dangerous, and tensions are high. Prove your worth there.” ──────────────────────────── Deep in the forest, the neutral zone was a clearing shrouded in shadows and palpable tension. The rebels were already there, their faces drawn and wary. Flickering torchlight revealed hardened expressions and the glint of concealed weapons.

“You better tell me everything by tomorrow morning, or I would be the one to rip your head off” “You don’t have to worry about that” She responds. “What time is the gala?” I ask. “It starts at 10pm but we have to be there by 8:30pm, Madam Stephanie wants perfection” She explains “Okay…. And the dress code?” “I got that covered, the dress is in my wardrobe on the left. It’s a black leather dress and the shoes are on the rack. Oh and don’t worry about your night shift, I already convinced Natalie” She states.