Pretty Rebels Novels & Stories

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

CALM! The Mr President of Artfree is the world's number one sucker and pervert you could ever know . He uses people like money . He doesn’t value anyone or anything except money and I know that for sure . I looked around and saw his dumb men all over the place . He moves across the world with so much security as if people are free to kill him only . All the worst things would happen only to him . What a narcissist ! The stupidest thing about him is that he doesn’t have enough brain . His men are just like him . They treat women like dirt . Play with them and their bodies. I have taken down many of them and yet this old smug couldn’t find me.

To choose what’s most important to them. The Illucian’s were no friends of mine. DeMarcus being the shady man that he was. His wife and daughter being the two that stayed away from his dealings. And his son, Danarius, quickly following in his father’s footsteps. At seventeen he already showed a great prowess and interest in the way DeMarcus ran his underground world. One we all pretended wasn’t tied to the mob or dirty dealings with whatever species would give him the most bang for his buck.

"Who were those guys? The ones who attacked me. Are they also responsible for the attack on the Manor?" He took the jotter from me and read with a slight frown. "I'm afraid they are responsible. They call themselves the North claw pack. Dangerous and armed as fuck." North....Claw? Like literal claws? Wait a minute, bartender guy had claws, right? And why are they identifying as a pack? That's odd...never seen any gang do that. I snatched the jotter away from Carter again and began writing. "Are they some kind of rival gang?" He read it and sighed, as if contemplating something.

I yawn and scratch the back of my head -“I’m tired.” “And starving.” We enter Vesper’s beautiful country house and turn to our left. “The quality of Baron’s blood supply is…questionable.” “Probably keeps the best for himself.” “Yes.” I yawn again. “He doesn’t take good care of the humans in his camps.” “Then it’s no wonder the neophytes in his ward are starting to attack the frees.” The frees are what we call humans that aren’t used as slaves, breeders or livestock. They are kept under heavy restrictions and oppressive laws, but they consider themselves the lucky ones. “Yeah. Things are going to get bad if he doesn’t start to rein it in soon.”

Layla gasped, pressing her fingers to her lips as she gawked at him. “Of course we are.” He grinned, excitement bubbling in his eyes. “Do you think we’re going to leave you under the mercies of the parliamentarians for so long? We already have the plan and everything. We’re just waiting for the perfect moment, so get ready.” “Oh, wow. That’s… good news.” She replied, wearing a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “So as I was saying. The rebels aren’t the bad guys. The parliamentarians are. Every bad thing you hear that the rebels did is actually done by the parliamentarians to give us the reputation that we’re criminals and terrorists.”

Caroline’s POV After a long process, Mommy finally regained ownership of her former company. Today marks its official relaunch after being shut down for several months. Many were shocked by Mommy’s comeback—they couldn’t believe she was still alive. Some were angry and accused her of being deceitful and a usurper. But Mommy remained steadfast because she believed it’s never too late to start again. With Don Ernesto’s help, Mommy found new investors she could trust. She removed the previous ones connected to Daddy and Glenda. She also restored the company’s original name in memory of her late father.

“What did you bring upon us?” From the shadows, a figure emerged. Tall. Shrouded in robes the color of midnight. A mask of bone concealed its face. Its presence suffocated the clearing—like gravity bent toward it. “Elara of the Rebellion,” it said. Its voice echoed like it had been spoken a thousand years ago and was only now catching up. “Bearer of the Fallen Flame. You have trespassed into dominion not meant for mortals.” Kael stepped forward. “Who are you?”

"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.