Rebel By Heart Novels & Stories

The strength to drag these bastards down from their seat of pride. "You're just as stubborn as your secret boyfriend," Dhaval mused, using a conversational voice again. "I'll give you that." Those words were a key turning in the lock of my heart, and my eyes flew open, staring at the ground behind the veil of my battered hair. "But don't worry," his tone dripped with false comfort. "I'll make sure you meet the same fate as he did. And send you to the afterlife where you can live free from control."

“Why do you even want my help so bad?” He tilted his head. “You mean… other than the fact that you’re the best?” I gave him a look. “Yes.” For once, Ryder didn’t answer right away. His gaze dropped to the table, and his voice was quieter when he finally spoke. “I need to clear my reputation.” I blinked. That wasn’t the answer I expected. “Your reputation?” “Yeah. I messed up last year.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “One shot, Lila. I have one shot to fix it, and I intend to take it.”

“Ethan” He stood still, his hand on the doorknob, backing her. Her voice came out cracked, hesitant. “You’d really let me go?” His head bowed. “If that’s what you want. I won’t trap you in the wreckage I made.” She stared at him, the edges of her vision blurring with unshed tears. Her pride screamed at her to let him leave, to protect herself from the hurricane he always was. But her heart, damn her heart, beat louder, drowning out reason.

Maya cried out and Naya slapped her. "What's that for?" Maya glared at her. "To reset your brain. We didn't come here for this, behave Maya." Maya huffed and looked away, not throwing a fit anymore and finally going silent. "We need your help Jeremy," I faced him, and I became serious, taking a sit beside Naya. "What could you possibly need my help with?" He frowned, looking baffled. I exchanged smiles with the girls and they nodded in approval. "We are starting a rebel group and you're the only guy we're letting in on this," I informed him and he frowned.

He kept giving me fresh reasons to despise him when I believed I could no longer do so. I wheezed, "I'm glad Dal is back," and I said to her. Despite my joy on Dal's return, another reason for my tears was not for Dal. Because I knew he didn't deserve my tears, I didn't want to cry over him, but the mate bond was pulling at my heartstrings. I had a sharp pain in my heart, but I was unable to ask for assistance.

The fear wasn’t the kind of fear when you see something you don’t like but it was like the feeling of losing something so dear to you. Dove might be a tough girl, of course everyone sees that but I see someone trying to mend her broken parts. To mend your broken parts, you have to go through the worse mental and emotional pain you have ever gone through and as an old woman; I have gone through that phase before.And that pain could drive you into a reckless path of revenge, I have seen it before. She might be showing symptoms of falling into the feeling of carnage.

*** We shared the news with guys they were super excited and wanted to start practicing asap but since the paperwork were pending we decided to wait until it's officially ours. "Rebel wants to celebrate, she is asking for a party saying she missed last night's celebration," Tyler said while talking to Rebel on the phone. Rebel is a band member, she's a guitarist and she's really good at it. She's such a badass and such a humble person. We are lucky to have her in the band.

“We’ve done what we came to do. The Heart is ours. It’s time to move.” Cassian hesitated, sensing the change in her, but he didn’t press her. He simply nodded, stepping back to give her space, though his eyes never fully left her. They moved together toward the center of the ruins, where Rhea and the other rebels were waiting, their eyes wide with curiosity and apprehension. The rebel leader’s face was unreadable, though Lia could see the faintest trace of awe in her expression. Rhea approached, her gaze flickering between Lia and the Heart. “You’ve done it,” she said, her voice low and measured. “The Heart is yours.”

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

It's body jerked up in response, but suddenly stayed still as I took out it's heart. There were incoherent murmurs from all around me. Murmurs that I couldn't bring myself to care about as I relished in the feeling of victory, holding the heart in my hand and watching it slowly stop beating. The once glowing red eyes of the demon, now dark and lifeless. Right then and there, I realized the change Fernando was talking about. "What the fuck, Abigail?!" Athena shrieked.