Pretty Rebels Novels & Stories

Maya cried out and Naya slapped her. "What's that for?" Maya glared at her. "To reset your brain. We didn't come here for this, behave Maya." Maya huffed and looked away, not throwing a fit anymore and finally going silent. "We need your help Jeremy," I faced him, and I became serious, taking a sit beside Naya. "What could you possibly need my help with?" He frowned, looking baffled. I exchanged smiles with the girls and they nodded in approval. "We are starting a rebel group and you're the only guy we're letting in on this," I informed him and he frowned.

He looked formidable as if he could crush people with just a squish of his hands. Skimming through the information, I found out that he was affiliated with some underground fighting rings, and was a fighter himself. Diamond Group was thriving under his leadership and he'd not been associated with any sought of scandal since he'd taken over. He didn't have a girlfriend, but he was always involved with one woman or the other, but they all fit a certain criteria, and looking at their pictures I couldn't help but feel that there was something familiar about them. All in all, Raphael Batista had no dirt on him, but he did, and I was going to crush him along with Margo and Miguel.

I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and smirk at them both. “My name is Rebel. But you already know that.” I say as they both stand and stagger before they fall back down. “You bitch, we will kill you.” Paddy slurs and I chuckle as the door opens and in walk my girls. Their disguises gone as they wipe their blood-stained hands.

Caleb introduces Rahul to everyone. "Comrades, this is Rahul Taraka. We went to the same school, he is a senior student and just recently graduated," Caleb said introducing him to the group, "This is Alpha Ulric of the Emerald Gorge pack, that one is Arnou son of Marrouk of the Avalon tribe, this little one is Aaron of the southern Coastal tribe, you have met Alina and Amelia. We lead the team going to the underworld, with us is our warriors and elders who would guide us through our journey." Caleb started.

"The men who fall in love with you don't let go easily." I turned to face him. "Including you?" "Including me," he nodded seriously. "Never." Three months later, we were in Las Vegas. The MGM Grand. A high-stakes negotiation was happening tonight. Control over the East Coast arms smuggling routes. A two-hundred-million-dollar deal. Leo and I were there representing the Russian syndicate. "Who's our competition?" I asked the hotel manager. "The Vitale family." My fingers twitched. A year. I thought I'd never have to hear that name again.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

the head of the gang retorted. "Let's get out of here before someone notice us," the head said. Jacob slept over his friends place that night. He actually left the house not long after the assassin's left and so they didn't see him leaving the house. The moved out of the premises immediately since Jacob was no way to be found at that time. Both Dansanisa and Amunsa's plans failed as none of it went successfully as planned. Everything rather was a mess, putting them in more problems instead of solving them as expected.

said my brother in anger. "The rebel we been chasing is the heathen's girl?" I asked shocked that a hybird so power would mate a weak human. Matthews lowered his head as he said no has if he is ashamed of what he has to tell us. "The heathen was the rebel, she disguised herself as a human some how." Matthew explained. I frozed he had to be joking I looked at his face in hopes it was a joke. "So your saying that the heathen that killed hundreds of my men, including my mate is not only a women but can disguise herself as a human" says my father's he shook with anger. Matt only nodded.

The symbol of a broken covenant, the symbol of several more to come. So many horrible things came from this night. An entire town of people… dead. The town itself… uninhabitable. Too much bad energy. A result of a betrayal. A result of fighting. The result of a massacre. Two clans… ended. A Soulmate Union… betrayed. The sorrow for all of the losses was great, but the biggest grievance was the betrayal of the Soulmate Bond. The people made the choice to fight. They decided this was the hill they wanted to die on… or mountain, as it were. But the Soulmate Covenant? No. The Covenant should never have been treated in this manner, with this violence.

It had been years since the Motherhood had waged war against these particular hooligans, but she had a distinct idea of an Oklasawian’s appearance, their patched clothing, mostly denim and flannel, rotten teeth, dirt and grime covering them, as well as their backward ways of thinking that made her confident the representative she’d be meeting with was sure to be ignorant and a waste of her precious time. She’d agreed to meet with the delegate from Prime Minister Westley Heath’s government, though. Despite the fact that there was nothing the person could say to change their minds about coming over the river. The tracking device tripped by Mist Gretchintown earlier in the day was giving off a