Rebel Just For Kicks Novels & Stories

I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and smirk at them both. “My name is Rebel. But you already know that.” I say as they both stand and stagger before they fall back down. “You bitch, we will kill you.” Paddy slurs and I chuckle as the door opens and in walk my girls. Their disguises gone as they wipe their blood-stained hands.

Fuck. “Do you want me to pin you against this floor and fuck you till you’re screaming my name?” It would be the name of the monster he’d become, not his true name, but Rebel couldn’t bring himself to care. He gripped one of her hands in his, leading it down until he pressed it against the rock-hard length of him. He was straining against his jeans. She bit her lower lip, running her hand over the bulge of his cock. “Or is it my mouth you want?” He lowered his head until he dipped down between her legs, his lips brushing over her bare cleft. “Pick your poison,” he growled against her pussy.

I bursted out, I slowly turned to look at mom and looked at her dead in the eyes, “You remember I told you earlier today that meaningless matter like this can be discussed over the phone, I can’t believe I wasted Uber fare to come and see this!” I said to her, with that I pushed my chair backwards intentionally scraping my chair against the floor as I got up, Novan grabbed my hands about to pull me back to seat, instinctively I elbowled him loosing his grip around my arm and I slowly turned to him, “The next time you come around my house or around me I’ll personally see to it that you rot in jail!” I muttered and with that I stormed away.

I took a step back cautiously and he cocked a brow. "Why do you have that look on your face" he snarled, his perfect face contorting in a frown. "Are you afraid of me? Do you believe all those stupid rumors they spread about me too? I thought you'd be different" His questions came off as aggressive, making me take two more steps back. The action just seemed to piss him off more and I stopped, fidgeting at the spot I stood. I wasn't one to judge people based on other words, but Raphael just looked like a Gangstar and I'd witnessed him beating up a guy once, and it was really brutal, so I couldn't help but be terrified of him.

The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land. "Back at Myozola, those with powers were free to go to the Moka, the wells to drink freely and have their powers boosted but the Force destroyed hundreds of those wells and left just a few guarded, for those that agreed to work for them. We were doing research and that's how we came up with the fruits. It was to make us stronger even without having to drink from Moka," explained Koyala. He then proceeded," Now, the Force would never send its soldiers after you unless you are a potential threat to them. So we brought you here to r

A man tried to attack me from the side and I kicked him down . The other two came down at the same time and got knives in their throats . Then the other two came with guns . Just one high kick and guns were mine . Fortunately , this motherfuker chose a restaurant away from the city . The sound of guns won’t be a problem now . I started shooting all the men coming our way while covering Aiden . Who was in a serious shock of what was happening . Suddenly we heard a scream from behind . We all turned back and saw a thin guy holding a rod and running to us .

“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.

Toby protested indignantly. “Honestly, you can’t lecture me,” she told him. “You are a f-king Van Helsing drug dealer who takes underage girls to sleazy motels, gets them stoned, and then f-ks them without using a condom.” “Okay,” Aaron said from the doorway. “I’m not entirely sure what I just walked in on.” “Definitely not getting naked,” Aislen muttered to Bianca. “Fine, keep your f-king clothes on,” Bianca surrendered shaking her head, turning to light a stick of incense. “We’re trying to undo Morgana’s mind control on Toby.”

I stumbled backwards, trying so hard to stand on my feet. "Stop fighting the blackout. Embrace it!" He landed a kick to my stomach, sending me straight to the floor. I groaned in pain. My rib better not be broken. I rolled away just in time as he attempted to stomp me. He really thinks he can just trigger my other side, by just beating the shit out of me? I don't even know much about it either.

Damon's POV I got Bianca back. The price was Nora. "Get everyone!" I roared at Marco. "Find Viktor!" Two hours later, the dockyards were on fire. I burned down every Kozlov family stronghold in New York, one by one. I snapped Viktor's neck with my own hands and watched the life drain from his eyes. The satisfaction of revenge lasted only a few minutes. But when the smoke cleared, the rage faded, leaving only a hollow ache where my heart used to be.