Pretty Rebels Novels & Stories

The storm was here, and they would either stand and fight or be swept away in its wake. --- Later that day, the rebellion’s forces assembled, a motley group of survivors, rebels, and outcasts who had come together under the banner of the Moonmark. The camp was filled with a tense energy, everyone sharpening weapons, preparing supplies, and setting their sights on the battle ahead. Each person knew what was at stake, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on all of them.

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

I question, this time looking at my husband. “The only prestigious and well-respected family who hold no position in the underworld, yet are more powerful and higher in status than most families and underbosses,” Micah jumps in to explain, and I raise a brow at her. “But they’ve always been private—and it worsened after the unfortunate ordeal with Francesca.” She’s more than in a good mood tonight. “What do they do, then?” This time, Rino answers, “They’re a family of lawyers and prosecutors. Just like the Mafia, they’ve been in business with us for generations. Each capable son takes after their father’s duty.” He places his hand against my back and guides me back into the mansion.

I’m just happy that the public is starting to see the issue for what it really is! “Shit! Shit!” I hissed loudly as I finally watched Novan’s live video. This pathetic liar!. Damon had never even seen underneath my clothes to begin with, I know for a fact that mom has a hand in this, how could she let this happen, this was bad PR for our company, yet she still let it get out, how far would she actually go to see me ruined. I exhaled deeply and got up from the rock I was sitting on. Neither Mom nor Novan is going to be getting it easy from me this time around, I think I’ve been quite relaxed and it’s time I changed that.

While the investors signed, Herminia Greco watched everything from her studio through the closed circuit, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Satisfied, ma'am?" asked her assistant. "My grandson is finally reacting, even though the price was high." "Do you think he will find Mrs. Gia?" "No, and it's better this way. At least for now." Herminia sighed. In Austin, Dorian finished assembling the crib, it had taken him weeks, working every free moment he had, it was in oak wood. "It's beautiful, perfect." Gia whispered, running her hand along the bars. "The mobile is still missing, I'm carving little wooden animals." Dorian pointed up.

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."