Plato Rebel Without A Cause Novels & Stories

“What is it?” “The baby,” David dropped his head, shame etched on his face. “I’ve felt so guilty over our child for years and yearned for a child of my own. Please whatever you do, take your revenge on Chelsea but not the baby. That’s the condition, I’m releasing the evidence to you,” Pain lanced Elena at his request. This monster had killed her child and now? He requested she save his. For a second she wished she was evil to take justice. Walk out of his prison with zero cares for the child Chelsea was growing in her womb. But she couldn’t.

I jumped up and interrupted her. "This is my thesis! It's exactly the same as mine!" A murmur of confusion rippled through the room. "Karen skips class all the time and never puts in half the effort Seraphina does. If their papers turn out the same, guess who's been copying." "Plagiarizing a grad thesis? She'll get kicked out of college for that! She's got some nerve." Karen's eyes filled with feigned tears. "I wrote this myself. I stayed up nights. Don't you dare slander me!"

She said with a smile and Plato looked down at her. “No one is completely selfless, it’s the love and fear of loss of what we have that leads us to save others from such a fate we all fear.” Plato had blonde hair and blue eyes, a good looking man. A bit more serious, where Shazir was clearly younger and had pitch black hair and eyes as well. “True words” She said and Aries spoke.

Jacque Rhodes, the best dad I have ever seen in a very long time, had fallen to the floor, his life slipping before the crowd that would never understand why. Rebel was so shocked and bewildered, broken even, but I did what I had to do to survive, to get my freedom; Killian had ordered the murder of his own father as he assumed command of the organisation. He should be the guilty one and the bad one – not me. I was obeying a command as a soldier, but I could not stay; I had to go. I shoved the rifle into the bag, its cold metal against the fabric like it did not belong there like it was something that had no place in my life any longer. I ran my hands over my face, trying to calm down, but p

“I know. But this is your mother’s life, and you are the only one who can save her.” “No. That’s NOT RIGHT! THAT’S NOT FAIR!” My father continues to look at me. “Why would we ever bow down to such a demand? If we do it now, they will think they own us… control us.” “Yes. I had thought of this. But that is a fight for another day. We have no time for discussions. No time for retaliation.” No. NO NO NO NO NO. Jezebel is my soulmate. To become the mate to another is the ultimate betrayal. I couldn’t do it to her. But this is my mother. “You must make the decision now. Save your mother or kill her.”

"You underestimate the might of a king's army. Your rebellion is a mere ripple in the vast ocean of power. Surrender now, and your death might be swift." Maximus, refusing to yield, retorted, "I will not kneel before a tyrant. I fight for a future where the people of Athena decide their own fate, free from the chains that bind them." The duel reached a crescendo, both warriors locked in a dance of skill and ideology. The rebels, inspired by Maximus's resilience, began to emerge from the shadows, ready to join the fight. The alley, once a silent witness to oppression, echoed with the footsteps of those who dared to challenge the established order.

she said, her voice shaking with fear. "We can't let them scare us off." The rebel nodded his head in agreement. "We won't let them scare us off," he said. "But we have to be smart. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

James landed on the ground, turned his back to them, and said, “I know you two aren’t happy to follow me. However, you’ll get used to me.” They were silent. James turned to them, saying, “The Timaeus Sect’s Leader is pretentious and despicable. You two should be lucky to have met me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even know how you died.” Rebella fell silent, knowing her supposedly kind-hearted master caused her current situation. She had lost all hope, and her faith had crumbled. Abelard smiled bitterly, nodded, and said, “No matter how talented we are or how high our cultivation rank, we’re unable to escape the calculating schemes of you wiser men.”