Rebel Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.

Leo had set up a private studio for me, filled with the best canvases, paints, and brushes. It was my heaven. "A package arrived for you," a maid said, knocking on the door. "There's no name, but…" I took the package, my heart starting to beat a little too fast. Inside was a painting. My mother's portrait. It was a perfect copy. So perfect it was a lie. A beautiful, dead thing. Tucked inside was a note. Just two words and an initial. [I'm sorry. —D]

The man asked in a deep baritone voice "No, it's just that I always heard that one should keep distance from Master Rebel as he is a dangerous man, especially women as he is most feared man .. also..," she stopped, biting her lower lip, realising that she must have spoken forbidden words But Rebel was all smiles, his innocent eyes gazed at her warmly "Also?," he asked "Also..," she hesitated "They say that you.. you also work in the underworld and are brutal," she finally completed Rebel's brows rose

“How bad is it?” Tegan is laughing too hard to answer me. She snorts like a pig, and unfortunately she’s sitting too far back for me to slap now. Rebel comes into view from behind a curtain. “She okay?” he asks her. “I’m fine, other than the fact that I almost died of a gunshot wound to the chest. I’m suing, you know. You can count on that.” Rebel has the nerve to laugh. Two chuckles and he’s gone behind the curtain again.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

“Not nearby. Maybe in the towns further south. At least, if they do have them in Gretchintown, they’ve kept it a secret. It wouldn’t surprise me if they did have more vehicles than we are aware of.” “Heliobirds will get them across the water,” Rain reminded them. “We know they have those.” She looked around at her companions’ faces and saw the same solemn expressions on each of them, which echoed the way she felt inside. The chances that they would be able to get away from the Mothers seemed slim. She wondered whether or not anyone else had managed to make it as far as they had and prayed the other rebels were having better luck than they were. She had no way of knowing if any of the others

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.

Amira frowned and crossed her arms as she stood up. "And who are you?" Amira asked in a hostile tone. "Are you my cousin's girlfriend?" The woman shifted her gaze between us, lingering on me. She walked towards us. She was beautiful, with a lovely tan complexion and features to boast about. "Are you Caroline?" she asked. I suddenly remembered the woman with Miguel last night. They had similar voices. I smiled to hide my confusion. "Yes, I'm Love Rein." She introduced herself. She extended her hand. I looked at Amira before accepting it. "Yes, that's me. Why?"

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

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