Rebel Droid Novels & Stories

- Damon Gilbert Brown, Owner of D&D’s, House address - 13 Brown Estate, Office address - 675 Bayview lane- The message read, I just stared at the information I had in my hands, my lips stretched into a small smile, I phone beeped again and it was another message from him, -Loose my number, our business is done- I swiped away from his message and clicked on my contact, I dailed the number I wanted to call and slowly raised my phone to my ear, “Collin, I need your help,” 5:00pm … Collin parked few meters away from D&D’s, he was seated in the driver’s seat and I was seated just beside him, “Who are we waiting for?!” He asked in a whisper slowly turning to look at me, I gently took my eyes off t

What sort of incident should this be called? Joseph had always been a problem. Having him as a Beta wasn't ideal. I never liked Joseph. I had despised him. If one could reject my Beta, I would have rejected him a long time but I couldn't because the moon goddess chose him as my assistant. If I had my way, I would personally see to his beheading or assassination.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

“What the f-k did you wake me up so early to say?” “We sent an extraction team to your warehouse hideout, Ms Carter,” Phillip Salem said calmly. “As you knew that we would. They have not returned. Your allies at the warehouse are now considered hostile and dangerous, and as such we will be sending a larger force for the purpose of suppressing the rebels at that location.” Aislen saw Connery move, out of the corner of her eye, the rogue alpha adjusting his weight on his feet, and his eyes glowing with his wolf, preparing to fight.

“Then it’s granted. You’ll be the one to check the area. Be back as soon as you can.” “Is there anything else? Any instruction if I see them?” Alpha Draco doesn’t know who Cairo meant by saying “them” anymore. Their enemies have been many and for all he knows Alora may be an added member of the rebels now. That girl will only follow on where Brayden is. She has no mind nor principles of her own. “You cannot defeat them alone. All you have to do is tell me their location.” “What if I can?” Alpha Draco frowned. That is impossible. Cairo, a single man, cannot defeat a group of rebels. No matter how skillful he thinks he is. But Alpha Draco didn’t choose to tell him that. He needed to win his tr

"Oh, that's wonderful! You kids worked hard. You deserve to relax." Furious, I whipped around and yelled, "Are you ever going to leave me alone?" Then I saw that standing behind Keyla, who was smiling innocently, was the escaped convict who had slaughtered my family in my past life. He was clamping a hand on Jake.

When he answered, his voice was low, amused, and dangerous. “Well, well. Selena Vale.” She swallowed. “I need your help.” “Help?” he echoed. “Or revenge?” She closed her eyes. “…Both.” His name was Riker, a man whose entire reputation was built on shadows. She had known him before marrying into the Vale family— back when she was young, reckless, and desperate to escape poverty. Riker had changed since then. He wasn’t just a street man anymore. He had a network. A network that dealt with thieves, smugglers, and people who vanished after stepping into the wrong alley.

"Because they’re going to kill me once they find it. I’m expendable biological waste. I’ll give you everything. The patrol schedules, the blast radius of their seismic charges, the exact coordinates of the Siphon. I’ll give you the keys to burn this place down." "In exchange for?" "Take me away from here," she said, her voice cracking. "I don’t care where. Just away from the metal and the smoke." I felt the familiar, bitter sting of skepticism. The humans was fond of moles. It was a classic play: send a pathetic, broken child into the woods, wait for a sympathetic rebel to pick her up, and then track the signal embedded in her bone marrow straight to our hidden sanctuaries. It was cruel, eff

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.

“How long ago?” “Two – three –” Rebel gave a hacking cough, spat blood. “Hours –” “OK, man, don’t talk.” Drake reached for his cell phone. “I’m gonna call for some help… you’ll be fine.” “No.” Rebel’s voice was suddenly very strong, very clear. He was fully there and present with them, and more than anything, that told them that it was all over. “Look at me.”