Rebel Just For Kicks Novels & Stories

Now that they had the culprit in their arms, a lot of wolves who had lost someone close to them, wanted revenge. When Garrick was finally dragged out into the square with his wrists completely bound, the entire world froze. And it wasn’t just because of his bloodied sight, it was also because of his expression. There was no fear in his eyes as he stared at the crowd. Instead, he had pure contempt in his gaze. I stepped forward, “Garrick.” His lips parted, and I had no doubt that he was about to launch into a long tirade about how he was right, and how he was doing this for the pack, but I didn’t want to hear it, and I knew no one else who would.

"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.

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.

I grabbed a golf club from the corner and swung it hard at his cigar box, the family crest, and every expensive object in his office. Karen screamed and fled the office, while Macro watched coldly, doing nothing. Until the office was in ruins, papers and shards of glass scattered everywhere, I dropped the club, panting. "Enough smashing?" he asked. "I still want to smash you." My phone lit up with a flight reminder. I fumbled to cover it, but it was too late. Macro's face darkened. "A flight? Where are you going?" "None of your business! I'm going on a beach trip with a hot guy, so what?" I snatched my phone and stormed out.