Rebel Just For Kicks Novels & Stories

Lucas has brought out some more confidence in Joey since he became his dom though so Joey is slowly making more friends at the club. I'm currently on my way to Club Sin now, I need it after my run in with Cole. A good sub to fuck for the night is exactly what I need to get out my frustration with this boy, I wonder if Will is here or not? Will is a sub I play with quite a lot because he is the definition of a perfect sub, he follows all the rules and almost never needs to be punished. I'd never have him as my permanent sub though because he's too perfect. I like a boy with some fire who I can train myself.

“One at a time. Let’s see who can knock me on my ass.” Rebel steps forward first. Her blonde hair is tied back tight, her eyes locked on him like she’s already mapped out every strike. They circle, slow at first, then she lunges. Her foot swings high, aiming for his ribs, but he blocks it with a grunt. She follows with a punch, then another, landing one solid hit against his side. He spins out of reach and grins. “That all you’ve got?” She snarls and charges again, but he twists and uses her momentum to throw her off balance. She hits the mat with a loud slap and curses as she rolls over.

He shrugged lightly, like he wasn’t just implying that I’d started hitting people because Ryder was influencing me. I tried to move again but Ryder’s grip tightened around my arm pulling me back. Mason’s eyes remained on me, his voice dropping low but somehow still loud for people close by to hear. “Your taste changed pretty fast, Lil.” My teeth grinded together, my irritation instantly doubling, and all I wanted to do was hit him again. This time enough to give him a black eye. Make some good use of the strength I haven’t been using on the ice. But I knew that’d get me in trouble.

Even if the rebels shot their drones down, they should be able to get there quickly enough to find them and destroy them before they could get away. All of them were to be shot on sight except for the red haired girl--Rain--and 24C. Jaguar knew exactly who he was, even though she’d had to hide her surprise when she’d learned that he was a leader of the rebellion. In her time leading the Military Mothers of Gretchintown, before White had been sent in by President Violet, she never would’ve guessed the mild-mannered 24C would’ve been a problem. Sure, he’d been a little bit of a troublemaker when he was younger, but that was the case with a lot of the men, especially the more vital ones, like 2

All day matty has been torturing me even hook me up to an iv with the wolfsbane and ravine mixture he likes to call the hybrid mix because he can't think of anything better I guess. Matty has been torturing me every hour to keep me from healing. My body was covered in bruises, cut and burns, I was wearing nothing but a black bloody sports bra and black bootie shorts with a black collar that has heathen wrote on it. True to his word the king was doing anything and everything to insure that everyone saw a weak defeated rebel. Little did the stupid king know that I still had alot of fight left and I'm as stubborn as hell.

Infuriated by her words, he ripped off her underwear. Yasmin's eyes widened fearfully, and she snapped, "Let go of me!" Frantically kicking the man, she protested, "I didn't give you my consent, Blake! You're forcing me—" In her panic, she accidentally kicked his injured leg. Blake grunted and paled but still didn't release her. Yasmin, who failed to notice his reaction, planted several more kicks. Blake's face twisted in pain as his left leg went numb. He quickly sat down, his expression grim.

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."

Jasmine grabbed a fallen knife, her motions quick and fierce as she cut the third guard’s arm, blood flowing, her growl savage, her fury astonishing even me. The fourth caught me, his arm tight around my throat, his breath wet in my face, but I bit his hand, and I kicked his boot and he let me go, I wheeled and swung my elbow and I felt it crush against his nose, and he staggered back, blood pouring from him.

“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.”

“What am I going to do?” “You have only two options here, and you know it.” “I can leave.” “Noooo you can’t,” Vesper says with a laugh. “You’ll just keep coming back to her.” I kick the nearest thing I can find. Some kind of marble statue of a cherub. I feel both my feet break, but I ignore it as I kick and stomp like a tantruming toddler until there’s nothing but dust under my soles. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Now, was that helpful?”