Rebel Bloom Author Novels & Stories

Lily blinked. “…Did he just disappear?” Adrian sighed. “Yes.” “I hate when mysterious people do that.” Elaine smiled. Some mysteries, perhaps, were meant to remain. But one thing was certain. The battle for reality was over. A new life had begun. And waiting in tomorrow… was someone neither of them ever expected to see again. End of Chapter Twenty-Five

"The one that was taken over about two years before you got here?" I feel a cold shiver go down my back. I know Ashveil. I know it because I died there. I know the way the Great Hall felt when it was burning. But I can't say that. I am Senna now. I am just a healer who came from somewhere else. "I know of it," I say. I try to sound bored. "Why are you asking?" Rhea sets down the supply list. She moves closer to me. She looks very serious. She is only twenty, but right now she looks much older.

Rebecca’s hands were shaking and she sported a big smile. “You guys know how I’ve been following the entire case of our founder? Mrs Elena Windsor?” “Not Windsor, babes,” Stella her friend shook her head in exasperation but a small smile played on her lips. “She’s not married to Mr David anymore,” Rebecca’s cheeks flushed red. “True, anyways!” She commanded the attention of the room back and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Check this, she got married again,” “You’re lying. Last we heard, she was engaged to Mr David again and went by Tamara Caraballi. After the arrest, she kind of fell off the radar,” A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room.

“Even if you still don't like me, the fact that I'm his wife won't change. I am now the Luna of White Pride!” “You are a rude woman, Nadine Smith!”

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.

It was written in an ancient werewolf language. “TO MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER SHEILA THOMPSON. I HOPE YOU FIND THIS JOURNAL."

ANASTASIA'S POV The moment the words left my mouth— “I reject you, Grey Bloodhound.” —something unseen finally broke free. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was quiet. Gentle. Like an chain slipping loose from around my ribs. The mate bond dissolved, and with it came a rush of warmth and calm so sudden it stole my breath. The constant pressure I’d lived with for years vanished, leaving behind a strange, beautiful stillness. Peace. Real peace. My knees nearly buckled from the sheer relief of it.

She had to put this matter to rest and free herself from the burden that had been weighing on her. Gathering her resolve, Ayleen continued, "I was thinking about a lot of things, especially some of the characters in my novel." "Huh? What do you mean?" Liam asked, his brows knitting together in confusion. Ayleen scratched her ear as she searched for words that would sound convincing. "You already know I want to become a writer. At the time, I was thinking about the plot of my novel. I was imagining a male lead with a terrifying personality." She paused, carefully choosing a safer way to continue.

DO CHECK OR ADD OTHER BOOKS OF THE AUTHOR… *REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD *JUST ONE MONTH *THE FORBIDDEN ROMANCE YOU CAN ALSO CHECK MY I*******M PAGE, TO SEE THE APPEARANCE OF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS,TO MAKE READING MORE FUN, PLEASE FOLLOW ME ALSO, IT'S A NEW ACCOUNT… I*******M @Vee_wr_ites. XOXO AUTHOR BLU~VEE.

“But unmaking has its own price.” She looked at them sharply. “What price?” “To unwrite a story, you must become its ending.” Her pulse stuttered. “You mean—die.” The Creator smiled sadly. “No. Cease. The ink will remember you as its first and last mark. Everything tied to you will fade—including him.” Ayla’s knees weakened. “No. There has to be another way.” “There always is,” the Creator said. “But it will not save both of you.” The ink beneath them began to ripple violently, the sky dimming as cracks of red light tore through the clouds.