Rebel By Heart Novels & Stories

he assured her. Her surroundings were a chaotic blur, reflecting the turmoil within her mind. Observing the vibrant energy of her peers, she couldn't help but feel disconnected, like an old soul trapped in a youthful body. With a heavy sigh, she continued, expressing her disappointment, "You're right, but I thought we had an understanding, that we shared everything. No secrets. Isn't that how it's supposed to be between siblings?" The upbeat music playing through the Bluetooth speaker suddenly shifted to a somber tone, mirroring her current state of mind. Reacting swiftly, Ruby grabbed her phone and replaced the melancholic tune with a more cheerful and uplifting song.

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.

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

I boomed,anger boiled through me. " Maybe he's just interested in peace. Why don't you reconsider?.” " NEVER! Why would you think such a thing? I can't negotiate with the devil. I can't stoop so low as to do James bindings.” I said through gritted teeth. Hardin remained silent. The night air stirred the large curtains, a chill breeze sent shivers down my spine with the speed of light. " I'll reach out to the fool tomorrow.” I quacked, aiming my rifle to a bird perched on a tree just outside my window and with a single pull on the trigger,the bird fell to the floor.

Running away from the shadow of feeling guilty for something that I actually have reasons for. It was there that Celeste Brandão appeared, there that the Rebel became the worst figure of a Savoia, there that I decided to escape the bloody world that I live in... that is this life... that is my path... Which was my move, if I didn't make this whole game fall apart for good. This game where I am the prey, and never the predator. *** — Anything can call me. Don't let daddy make you come back, you know you don't need it.

Murtagh approached him, sitting down on a large rock beside Rebel. “Realized what?” Rebel mumbled in between sips of whiskey. He’d downed enough Jack Daniel’s that any human would be drunk as a skunk, but with his wolf metabolism, he was just getting started. There wasn’t enough liquor in the world to numb the pain in his chest. He’d thought his johnson heart gone, a shriveled hole in his chest. He’d been horribly, terribly wrong. “Ye finally realized I was right. That the loss of that lass will be the death of

For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. Then the courtyard shifted, tectonic, hearts and loyalties realigning—or refusing. Rhea slapped a fist to her chest, eyes fierce. “You want rogues held back and walls patched from the *outside,* storm-girl?” she called. “I’m there. We’ve been missing someone who knows which way the wind is blowing.” Rebel hesitated, tension written in every line of him. Then he nodded once, sharp. “I don’t like being told what to do by pups,” he said. “But I like losing wolves less. If you can keep more from walking into those cracks, I’ll hold the lines you point at.”

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

Keisha looked out the window, the city passing by in a blur that didn’t feel familiar anymore. Everything looked the same. But nothing felt the same. “…If I get hurt because of this,” she said quietly, “that’s on you.” Malik’s jaw tightened. “I’m not letting that happen.” “You don’t get to promise that,” she said. “You already broke one.” That hit. And this time, he felt it. The truck slowed as he pulled up to a different block. Quieter. More controlled. He cut the engine. Silence filled the space instantly.

she asked, lingering in the doorway, her head cocked to the side, an unsure look in her eyes. Andrei shook his head, admitting his heart was broken. "I don't know what to do. I feel so out of control." Holly shut the door and took him in her arms. As she held him tightly, grounding him in place despite his world crumbling all around him, somehow, Andrei summoned enough strength to not fall apart, even when his heart was drenched in tears, weeping at his father's stunning betrayal.