Rebel Just For Kicks Novels & Stories

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

The way she didn’t look impressed. The way she said no. No one said no to him. No one. Zayden stood up suddenly. His friend blinked. “Where are you going?” “Air,” Zayden said. But he didn’t go outside. He went deeper into the club. Away from people. Away from noise. Away from himself. And that’s when it happened. A staff member passed by with a tray of drinks. Zayden stopped. Something about the uniform. Something about the movement.

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

I say Finally, he has come to save me, I knew I could count on him especially in moments like this, I heave a sigh of relieve internally The moment I stand up from where I tried to stay hidden, my vision becomes blurry instantly that I wave a bit making me kick something “Jelena, are you sure you are good, sure I shouldn't come in?” He asks again “Nope I'm good” I respond back opening the door “I'm sorry I took that long” I say apologizing “It's fine but we have to go home right now, I got a call, an attack on the pack so can you get things running and packed in ten minutes time?” He asks

"What are you really trying to say? Don't give me any weird bullshit. I'm fucking tired right now." The man smiled widely. "What I want to say is that I found someone suitable as the leader position for our rebel group." Caskey, who had closed his eyes while leaning back in his chair, now opened his eyes spontaneously. "What?!" They are a group of rebels. However, until now, they have implemented a leaderless system. But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

Gabriel stood very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear, making me feel tingly. I turned my head and met his deep gaze. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and my heart skipped a beat. "Merry Christmas, Gabriel." He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I like you, Rachel." Outside the window, fireworks continued to bloom, their brilliant colors reflecting on my face and on Gabriel's.

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.

I smacked her ass, watching as it jiggled. “Fuck” she moaned. With a satisfied smirk, he slapped her ass again before slipping my cock into her from behind. Spreading her legs widely, Jessica arched her back for deeper penetration. She clawed at the table and cried out. “No screaming,” I warned, pounding mercilessly into her. “Your noises are only for me.” I dived into her as deep as I could and she let out another scream while her inner walls clamped down on my dick. I couldn’t stop staring at all her cream covering the base of my cock.

POV: Nathan I sit on the floor of my motel room with my clothes all around me. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore. I pull out a shirt, throw it aside, then pull another one. Nothing feels right. Nothing fits how I feel. My phone lights up again. It’s Ricky. I stare at the screen while it vibrates. He calls again. I let it ring. Then again. I let it ring too.