Rebel Just For Kicks Novels & Stories

“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?”

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”

The swirling ball of energy engulfs her before receding and fading away at the sound of barking laughter. A tall man with dark black hair and sparkling green eyes step out of the woods. “Am I late, JaSwana? You know I like a good fight… I mean, party.” JaSwana jerks her head to a guy off to the side, who comes forward with a length of rope.

Sebastian shouted. “That is—if you make it out alive,” Ken sneered before delivering a sharp kick to Seb’s face. “Ken! Just let him go! I’m the only one you need!” I pleaded, thrashing against my restraints. Ken wasn’t satisfied. He punched Seb repeatedly, landing blows all over his body. My voice grew hoarse from screaming, but he acted as if he didn’t hear me. One of Ken’s men handed him a cigarette and a lighter. He took a long drag before blowing smoke into Seb’s face. Seb panted, trying to catch his breath.

A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room. Rebecca pressed a palm to her forehead and shook it. “Fell off the radar? More like soared above it! SHE MARRIED INTO THE DIAMON DONATELLIS!” At her announcement, the tea room burst into pandemonium as several of the co workers cried their happiness and many expressed their disbelief. “I’m telling you guys,” Rebecca insisted. “She married the only son. The tycoon billionaire,” When looks of disbelief continued to pass around the room, she hissed and lunged for the TV remote.

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

Mick asks, talking to the Rebel, his eyes scanning the space for his brother. “Yeah. Just relax.” Rebel shifts Teagan gently over to his left, freeing up the other side of his body where Mick is standing. Teagan puts her hand on Rebel’s arm. “You’re not going to fight in here, are you?” He shakes his head. I can see why Teagan is so gah-gah over him. He really does look like her long-time crush, Dolph Lundgren, and he’s totally taken control of the situation without even doing anything yet.

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.”

Cole whines but Marcus stands up and leaves us with painful nipples. "Kneel up so we can reach your asses," Nathan says and I see a vibrator in his hand. I lift my ass up off my heels and Nathan goes behind me while Marcus goes behind Cole. I feel the lubed egg vibrator push against my asshole so I relax as best I can. I moan when it slips inside and I feel the small handle protrude between my asscheeks.

“Listen to me. You don’t owe them anything, not forgiveness, not a conversation, not a goddamn second of your time.” I nod, but the ache in my chest doesn’t ease. “They said they changed.” He snorts. “They haven’t, They’re hungry and they think you’re the meal.” My stomach twists at the metaphor. “They won’t stop, will they?” “No,” he admits. “But they’ll have to get through me first.” I swallow, leaning into the comfort of his presence. “Rebel,” he adds, voice dropping lower, more serious, “things are shifting. I need you to stay alert. Stay close. Don’t wander off alone.”