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 scoffed lightly, Better to die by their guns than to have that handcuff shamelessly cuffed around my wrist. The moment I saw a tiny spot for me to escape through I dashed towards it, calculating in my head that they wouldn’t want to fire bullet in an open space where majority of civilians are. But I was wrong, at the first step I took, I felt bullet pierce into my body, by the time I had moved three steps away, numerous shots had been fired into my body, i coughed out blood and slumped to my knee. My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,”

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

“You and those you trust may enter.” Rhea slid her a sideways glance as they descended. “Ready to be sniffed by strangers?” she asked. “Is that what we are calling diplomacy now?” Luna muttered. Rebel, limping slightly from an old wound, grinned. “If they bow too low, I am going to start charging for the show,” he said. Luna elbowed him. It did not erase the knot in her chest.

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.