Rebel Bloom Author Novels & Stories

An assassin for the Mother’s Revenge. I found my purpose; I found my home. In two men I love with my all. Two men who have been there through it all. A mafia Don and a biker of The Princes Of Darkness MC. I am no longer the broken mafia biker princess, no. I am Rebel, the wife of a Don and the wife of a biker. THE END. Hey lovelies, thank you so much for reading our Rebel’s story. I know it was heartbreaking to read as it was to write. So thank you for sticking with it.

** At the center stands a mausoleum, its doors carved with the spiral-and-thorns. Lira limps behind us, her beauty ruined. "Fools. This is its *sanctum*." The doors open. Inside, the Bloom's true form waits-a fetus of light and thorn, suspended in amniotic static. ***YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE***, it whispers. Ravel aims her crossbow. "Yeah? Neither should you." --- **The Last Bloom** The fight is a blur. Lira turns on the Bloom, her scales becoming blades. Ravel's bolts shatter its cradle. I claw at the fetus, static tearing my hands to bone.

The reckoning was no longer something she would deliver. It was something she was starting to fear would claim them both. Hi everyone! Thank you for supporting me on this journey. I’m a new writer, and your love and encouragement mean everything to me. Please feel free to check out my other books below. 💕 Other works: • The Pleasure Directive • Encore with the Devil • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn • Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers • Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession

Orange light bled across the skyline in thin strips, and the streets below were still quiet, still unhurried, the whole city existing in that brief window before the day remembered its urgency. Valerie had no such luxury. She had 365 days. Maybe less. She opened her phone and created a new note, private, password locked, titled simply: RR. Rewrite. Reclaim. Ruin. She had not decided which word fit best yet. Perhaps all three. She began typing. Poultry, location, startup cost, supplier contacts. Feed mill collaboration window: eight months. Inheritance, do not sign. Do not sign anything. Secure legal advice quietly. Anthony's weakness: ego, fear of his father's disapproval, obsession with app

Even Nolan chuckled. Gerard narrowed his eyes at me. ‘You are going to regret telling her to call me Alphy, little mate.’ He said seductively and I feel a shiver go down my spine. “Sils! I loved this series! Rebel was so awesome and I need a man like Austin!” Romy said and I laughed. “I told you, you would like the series. The other one is a five-book series. Come with me and I will get them for you.” I said.

‎ ‎It was someone I never expected to be anywhere near this street. ‎ ‎When I opened my eyes ‎ ‎I saw Evelyn’s bracelet on the wrist holding me down. ‎ ‎My mother. ‎ ‎

"I wrote this myself. I stayed up nights. Don't you dare slander me!" I was about to argue, but Macro's icy glare cut me off. "This is a serious occasion," he said, his voice flat. "Don't cause a scene." My heart sank. I finally understood. I grabbed my water cup and slammed it into Karen's laptop. A wisp of smoke rose and Karen screamed, covering her ears. I ignored Macro and talked to Karen. "Since you wrote it yourself, you should be able to defend it without your laptop." A flicker of panic crossed Karen's face.

The sound hung in the air, delicate and fragile, like the first note of a lullaby that promised both comfort and warning. Aria stiffened, staring down at it, feeling the air thrum around her like a heartbeat not her own. By morning, the bookstore had stopped pretending it was normal. Books shifted along the shelves of their own accord. Titles changed when she wasn’t looking. The register printed a receipt for The Blooming Path: One Copy Sold. She hadn’t sold anything. Her phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications. People online were posting photos. Hashtags like #CrimsonSprawl and #RootSignal trended faster than she could read. One claimed to see the flowers inside a locked train car. Ano

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

But then, slowly, a smile broke through my sorrow as warmth filled my heart. Someone did care about me. Rising slowly, I dried my tears, my eyes sparking with resolve. I knew what I had to do next. Pulling out my phone, I composed a message to Scott. The message read, 'I know everything, Scott. It was just an act. You conspired with the bald man. Everything from start to finish was a set-up so that you could use me. Well played! 'But I owe you thanks. Without this, I would never have discovered someone who truly loves me. We’re done here. Let’s hope our paths never cross again.'