Rebel 8 Misfits Novels & Stories

All day matty has been torturing me even hook me up to an iv with the wolfsbane and ravine mixture he likes to call the hybrid mix because he can't think of anything better I guess. Matty has been torturing me every hour to keep me from healing. My body was covered in bruises, cut and burns, I was wearing nothing but a black bloody sports bra and black bootie shorts with a black collar that has heathen wrote on it. True to his word the king was doing anything and everything to insure that everyone saw a weak defeated rebel. Little did the stupid king know that I still had alot of fight left and I'm as stubborn as hell.

“Rebella, since it’s a tribulation, we have to go through it. You have to be ambitious, determined, and strong-willed to survive. Under the Heavenly Tribulation, you can only survive if you aren’t afraid of falling. We will all be your support.” When Rebella heard that, her eyes reddened. “Master, I won’t disappoint you. I will repay everything I owe you by continuing to live.” Then, she turned around. The Genesis Divine Light activated. Her entire body exuded golden light. “Rebella, good luck!” Adair shouted, “We will be with you!” Xatia also shouted, “Rebella, good luck.” Xitlaly said, “We will assist you in going through the tribulation.”

She was, after all, one of the people nobody should mess with at school. Just like his mother, Mira Mogan, Cole Hill had a great sense of justice. In her past life, they did not really meet at school since Evely did not attend classes often. But when they did meet when they were older, their interactions were always bad. This boy would grow up to be a very snotty adult with hero tendencies. Since Evely was a villain, then he was her “nemesis”. He unknowingly helped her surrogate mother teach Evely a lesson by believing the lies Eileen Hunt fed him.

I piled myself into the car, placing my belongings into the backseat as Melanie threw the car into reverse. The car ride back to my apartment was silent, except for the mechanical gears constantly turning in my head. Melanie's hands tightened around the steering wheel, and loosened on occasions revealing the overwork of her mind also. I was amazed at how involved she was, she had never crossed me as someone who'd sought acts of vengeance as a way of 'getting even' with someone. She, however, had dedicated as much time as I in planning my revenge against Stefan. In a way, though, guilt clouded over me. I wanted to be able to let him go, forgive him for making me fall for him as greatly as I d

"You're going to take me home? You'd choose that girl over me?" "Yes. I will choose her over you." I smiled secretly at Miguel's words. I didn't expect his direct answer. But I feel sorry for Love Rein. I felt the harshness of Miguel's words. "Good luck with your relationship. Don't ever come near me if the day comes when everyone finds out about your relationship, Miguel." Love Rein smiled before turning her back on us. "Love Rein!" he uttered. But she didn't look at him. She slammed the door shut.

He rubbed his hands together and summoned the courage to say, "Rachel, you're the wife I've always wanted. I've been waiting for you. "Viv's temper is getting worse and worse, and she spends money recklessly. I..." I could not help but laugh mockingly. "Waiting for me? Sebastian, do you even believe what you're saying? "You're waiting for me while getting Vivian pregnant with your child? What do you take me for?" His face flushed red, his eyes full of panic. "Rachel, let me explain..." I interrupted him. "There's nothing to explain. You and Vivian already have a child together, so what more is there to say? I wish you both a long and happy marriage. May you be blessed with many children."

Compact and slanted, written quickly on a strip of paper that would not survive contact with water. Rebellion ready. Avery has forces positioned outside. Need three more weeks. Keep Sierra alive through semi-finals. The final fight is our window. Below that: Phoenix. Three weeks. Three more fights between now and the window the rebellion had spent years building toward. An eternity measured in the number of things that could go wrong between a Tuesday afternoon in a cell block and the moment everything either worked or it did not. Ryder read the note once more, then worked it between his fingers until nothing remained that could be read, and let the pieces fall.

"Just like you, I want to move away from home. I've always been the least favorite daughter, but... Maybe you're not far away?" I laugh with her because she is right. Jocelyn and Anna-Lee are my two older sisters. They are our mom's precious, successful babies. Not rich, but they finished college with their degrees. And then there is Luna, Rebel's twin sister, who is eighteen, and her future looks promising. Rebel and I? Well, I'm dropping out, and Rebel... She is a goth and a troublemaker. The more my mother complains about her makeup and dark clothes, the more Rebel feels the need to wear even crazier things. So no, she is bright but not a favorite. Our mom hates it when people try to be d

Becca said, and I nodded in appreciation as she left. "I didn't expect that you'd come back here." She looked around, smiling. "I also didn't expect to be back here but I wanted to see you." "See me?" I squinted my eyebrows at her, surprised. Mirabelle wanting to see me was something new. "Yea, I shouldn't be telling you this but I just thought I should pay you back for helping me by informing you." "Ok , so what is it? "There's a rebel group, fighting for the equal treatment of female wolves and I want you to join," she whispered, keeping her voice low.

Alpha Logan announces before silence, an eerie silence, fills the tension in the air. “Rebels?” I ask, my brows furrowing. Alpha Logan nods. “Rebels are rogues who are hell bent on destroying packs out of pure hatred. They despise our kind, and will find more and more ways to destroy us,” “We have tried to get information out of him for years, but his lips are sealed. And now, the rebels have gotten bolder. Only you could make him open up and—” “No,” It was barely whispered. Gasps echoed in the room, but I look at their Alpha dead in the eyes, making myself loud and clear. "No,"