Plato Rebel Without A Cause Novels & Stories

"All of that aside, how sure are you that this kid is planning to off himself?" "It's the stuff he's into. The fact that he's a level ten. That tells me he's heavy into Eastern philosophy and their way of doing things. If he's a disciple of Sun Tzu, then this kid lives by a different code. He won't live if he kills his own father, and he can't allow his father to live." "I say let him kill the fuck."

I asked in a cold voice, staring at him with disdain. He dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his eyes, "Damon, please don't do this. My father is innocent and doesn’t deserve this unjust punishment. I'm begging you as a friend, Damon, to cancel his execution.” "And if I don't?" I retorted with a smug smirk and stood up from my seat, "You should beat yourself up because you're the reason your father decided to betray me. It's your fault that your father will be killed.” He sprang up to his feet, "No! Believe me, Damon. My father has nothing to do with my release from Lucian's dungeon.”

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

“This looks like a pantry… or a room for slaves.“ Mitch scoffed and said, “It is not about the room; it is about who stays in the room.“ Draco cocked his head thoughtfully and then said, “That is one of the most corny quotes I have ever heard. Who said it?“ Mitch chuckled. “I just made it up,“ he replied. He took the bottle from Draco and drank too. Draco cleared his throat, finally getting some clarity in his head. “The senate…“ “Ah, yes,“ Mitch looked up. “What did they conclude?“ “They were not in support of it,” Draco said. “They were going to start a rebellion against you. Mitch growled loudly. “A rebel. Against me.“ He chuckled, his bass voice resonating and echoing all over the room.

His identity as the Rebel had been born of it. “Tell me where to find the antidote, and I’ll let you live,” he threatened. It was a lie, and Solomon knew it. The Birmingham cowboy laughed. “We both know that ain’t true, old boy. That’s not how I taught you, is it?” “Ye didn’t teach him anything,” Murtagh snarled. “He was brutal all on his own.” Rebel frowned. “I appreciate the vote of confidence, Murtagh.” Murtagh’s wolf eyes blazed as he assessed Solomon with disgust. “He’s a right lavvy-heided wankstain is all he is.”

Athena coldly asked. " Well... Only a little amount of gaseous Achuri variant. It's not too lethal, if your friends are strong enough." He casually said, walking past us with his both arms behind him. His shoulder brushed against Athena's, and I saw her inhale sharply. "Abigail, why the hell am I finding it hard to get into his head?" Her voice whined in my head. "How would I know girl? My brother is a total freak." I replied.

"Good boy. Now you're going to meet my friends and I'd like it if you got along so please make an effort." "I will, I promise!" "So, the tall scary guy is Marcus, the ginger guy is Thomas, and the guy with tattoos is Lucas. Lucas has a permanent sub, he's called Joey. He's the only short person there so you'll know who he is." "So scary is Marcus, ginger is Thomas, tattoos is Lucas and short is Joey?" "Yes, you have to be respectful to Marcus, Lucas, and Thomas because they are dominants but you can be more relaxed around Joey. Marcus is especially strict and will want you to be perfect," Nathan tells me seriously and I nod.

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

The government has laid claim on the sluts hotel to set up children's hospital and an orphanage home. Mrs Charlotte Smith was found guiltless, and so, was released and she has been frequenting the hospital to spend time with her son. Fred noticed she cared for Sophia as well. All the assassins have told their stories in court and were granted pardon, all were sent to the rehabilitation center for a three months program before they can be sent to any force they choose to join. Mr Smith was sentenced to life imprisonment after clearing the names of Sophia's parents, her name, too, and the sèx videos were banned from the internet.

That was until I saw Sebastian downstairs at my dormitory. "Rachel! Why did you do this? Why did you write Viv's name on the marriage application? Why didn't you come to the capital?" His voice was filled with anger and confusion. I looked at him coldly. "I don't want a husband whose heart belongs to someone else. It's disgusting and unbearable!" He stared at me in disbelief. "How can you talk like this? You weren't like this before." I turned my face away as waves of nausea swept over me. I did not want to look at him for even one more second.