Pretty Rebels Novels & Stories

"What are you really trying to say? Don't give me any weird bullshit. I'm fucking tired right now." The man smiled widely. "What I want to say is that I found someone suitable as the leader position for our rebel group." Caskey, who had closed his eyes while leaning back in his chair, now opened his eyes spontaneously. "What?!" They are a group of rebels. However, until now, they have implemented a leaderless system. But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group.

They both came after us. Where is Dal? Jake enquired. They enjoyed playing with my snow leopard as well; in fact, Dal was the main focus of most of our early memories. I responded, "He is now under my wing. I don't have faith in tonight's visitors." "This came so quickly. I'm curious why he's here "Embry raised her voice and echoed our interest. "He appears to be seeking increased military collaboration. Increasingly, he is enlarging his empire in opposition to the dragons "When Jacob spoke, I found myself agreeing with his viewpoint.

Carla stands still, watching everyone leave. "You too, Mother." An anxious and clearly angry growl echoes through the room. Sorem is wreaking havoc in Connor's mind, constantly pushing to shift and be with his mate. However, Connor is fighting to keep him at bay, causing an intense internal struggle. "I thought you were over your rebellious phase," Connor rubs his face wearily as he sits in the chair by the bed. His comment makes his mate frown. "I thought we were about to start being a normal couple, an example for the members of our pack, but this..."

"But if he hurts you again, princess or not, I'll kill him." Michael scoffs, "We'd deal with him if it ever comes to it." Mother smiles wryly after hearing this; she thinks she's joking, but aside from the childlike innocence they portray, they are both kings of an international cult and dark web. They think I don't know, but I am their mother, Rebel, the most wanted and highest-paid assassin across the whole world. Mex speaks up, "Momma, I want sparkling water, please."

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

Seraphina POV I was the daughter of the Grant family. My father controlled half the city's underworld. Gunfire and bloodshed were the currency of his business, the leverage he held over everyone. And I was meant to enjoy the wealth and privilege that came with it, to never know a day's worry. Until my twelfth birthday, everything changed. My parents brought home a girl who looked disturbingly like me, claiming she was my long-lost twin sister, Karen. She hadn't had an easy life, wandering outside our world.

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

“Well, you don’t have a choice but to get things right or you can’t get home. Your momma will be angry at you.” “Gosh, you’re terrible!” Sheira shrieked, which made Becca laugh out loud. Sheira is one, liberated girl but she’s always afraid of her mom and her decisions with her. She greatly respects her mom that’s why she’s her weakness when it comes to everything in her. “But look at you! You look great! I even make an effort just for you to look more beautiful than before, alright?” Sheira added in a defensive manner. Rebecca can’t stop laughing because of her best friend’s reaction to what she’s telling her.

"Son of a bitch." Instead of some sort of heavily militarized headquarter, it's all nothing more than a bunch of tents put together with sticks and scrap of clothes. Inside the tents are mostly just pistols and pipes tied to the tent's wall. Most of the rebels running around don't even have armor. Just regular clothing. No better than what I have on my back right now.