Rebel Just For Kicks Novels & Stories

She giggled and squeezed his knee under the table. Eric stared at her with wide eyes. He prayed no one had heard her little aside. “Who’s Trey?” Isaac asked. “Sinners’ rhythm guitarist,” Rebekah said. “Sinners?” “Yeah, Eric’s band. Sinners.” “So you’re in a band? Like a local band or what?” Isaac asked in all seriousness and took another bite of cheesecake. Rebekah laughed and hugged Isaac’s arm. “You’re so sheltered! One of the most famous drummers in the world is having dessert with you, and you’re totally clueless.”

She shakes her head. “I'm fine, just go on, you don't have to hold back or be loving or careful, I don't want that, I want you to keep the promise you made me a moment ago,” she whispers against his mouth. “You promised you would fuck me so hard that tomorrow I wouldn't be able to walk, so show that you can do it.” Selene's words penetrate hard into Connor's head. “You're mine, my little rebel, from the very moment we met, now all of you belong to me, just as I belong to you,” Connor says, grabbing her hair so that she stares into his eyes before he begins to ram into her hard.

She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society. If anyone could help her, it was them. "I need your help," Karen said, stepping towards the rebels. "I need to get out of here and find a way to fight back." The rebel leader smiled. "You've come to the right place, little wolf. We'll help you. But first, you need to prove yourself. You need to show us that you're willing to fight for what you believe in." Karen nodded, feeling a sense of determination fill her. She would do whatever it takes to win her freedom and shape her destiny.

I slipped into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt—not the designer dress they expected. This was the beginning. A new Madison had risen. And she was ready to begin her revenge.

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.

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.

The bulky giants there were training, some were gymming, it was a huge hall with separate arenas dedicated to different activities, there was a boxing ring as well, their bodies were huge, bulky and sweaty The moment the men saw Rebel enter with a woman following in the bridal wear, they stopped doing what they were doing and stood still , watching at the woman as if she were a beautiful delicate deer being watched by a group of lions The men had all stopped doing what they were doing and began nearing her, Rebel stood at the centre, she panicked and tried to seek shelter behind him but he pulled her out and made her stand before her, making her easily accessible to the giants inching closer

he said giving her a big warm smile as he sat on the bike and started the engine. She sat at his back and started to slip her hands on his side, Caleb took her hand and pulled her closer, and like the last time the tingling sensation was there and his flames started to appear. Caleb laughs, “I am sorry, I cannot seem to control my flames but I hope I am not hurting you,” he said. “Did this happen before?” Alina asked “No, not yet. The only time my flame came out is during my transformation,” he said, “Are you ready?” he placed Alina’s arm around his waist making her lean closer on his back.

My words leave on a growl. “Good. I’m looking for a little fun. Everyone out.” With a flick of her wrist, every soul leaves, not even bothering to cover themselves at all. I’m left alone with my enemy. A breathtaking one, making my insides burn.

Naming felt less like drowning. ‎His lip twitched, almost like a smile, but tighter. “My people. A couple of guys from outside the club I trust. Guy called Taye, he’s owed me a favor since I once bailed him out of a mess with a dealer. He’s clean. No loyalties to Marcus. He’ll help.” ‎ ‎“How many?” ‎ ‎“Enough,” he said. “Not too many. We’re not trying to start a war.” ‎