Rebel Marie Lu Novels & Stories

"I am sorry. I am just very desperate for help...I really appreciate it.If you say...we believe you..Thank you ! Really!" "Close the door after you" Came her reply as she ignores them after that, cleaning the table and pouring the water into the tumbler. Not bothering to give them another glance. Rosie was not very sure if they could trust her, but then whom can they trust now. The girl was their last resort. The only hope to reach Rebel. The infamous wolf who is known to stand for justice. The only figure who stands for the support of women above everything. The protector of who they called the 'weaker half if not better'

Marie shook her head at her. "My daughter," she said. I sucked in a sharp breath—Marie II. The vengeful spirit. My Mama's djab. I remembered Sajida's words about Marie II creating Solèy Pwoteje and gritted my teeth. She created the ritual for the Council, blinded by her hate for Terah's clan. She was a pawn in the Council's hope of our death.

Marie, who was seriously injured, was immediately sent to the hospital for rescue while Loraine and Jackson were taken to the police station. Irene soon learned what had happened. Deborah and Logan had been burned to death while Marie had been stabbed and hospitalized. What awaited Marie was a lifetime of imprisonment. The murderers who had killed her mother had all met their doom, but Irene’s heart was not happy at all. If she could, she would rather not seek revenge, as she only wanted her mother to be alive.

He began to dash around. Cornilla's retaliation was unique; instead of being concerned, she smiled sarcastically at the slave seller and slowly made her way to the barn. The slave trader became enraged. The follower rushed to attack the wolf at his command. But they have the same fate as pot-bellied. The prodigious scene made the slave seller consolidate in fear. Bellatrix, on the other hand, shuddered incessantly, standing still and terrified.

Maria grabbed Louis’s sleeve again and raised her hand, making a swearing gesture. “I swear on Chris’s name! I never intended to betray the royal family! It was Evans who wanted to use Chris to achieve his goal—to overthrow the current royal family and replace Louis! I tried to resist him, but he threatened Chris’s life… Although I am a princess, I am also a mother! I couldn’t just watch my child be threatened with murder! So I had to acquiesce to Evans’s crimes…” I had to admit, Maria was indeed cunning and sly. Her confession not only brought tears to one’s eyes but also touched Louis’s only weakness—Prince Chris.

MILA The Luna celebration was in full swing. Lanterns floated like stars above the pack grounds, casting warm golden light over dancing figures, tables overflowing with food, and laughter that felt… real. Free. Every face I passed held a smile, a nod of approval, or a look of pride. My people. My pack. And for the first time… they were truly mine.

He didn't seem affected by the emotion on her face. To prevent herself from becoming increasingly angrier, she inhaled deeply. "Our marriage doesn't give you the right to touch me and, most of all, kiss me. Let me remind you that I'm not one of your women, if you're used to being chased by them. I'm not one of those flings you—" "Right. You're not just my fling. You're my wife." She closed her eyes for a moment to relax herself a little. "Don't make everything a joke, Mr. Montarde. We have a contract as a result, so we are clear about what we are and are not permitted to do. Given that our marriage merely exists on paper, you shouldn't touch me as though it is normal."

The moon goddess is strong with the tide and her bonds with wolves are eternal. I can hear Lady Luna's thoughts as she leads the Wolf People Clan and unicorns to war. Her thoughts are loud and tell me her story. She fell in love with a sea captain and when he wouldn't marry her, she became heart broken. His name was Duncan McGuire, he was an Irish smuggler. When a ghost came to kill Duncan, Lady Luna, whose mortal name was Mary Douglas, sought to protect him. Protect him she did. When this other ghost tried to kill Duncan she stepped in the line of fire and died so that his life could go on.

But they were both players, constantly breaking up and making up. Then I showed up—naive, trusting, easy to manipulate—the perfect catalyst to keep their toxic game alive. The thrill of betraying me right under my nose became their addiction. After our wedding, they only got bolder. That tonic I drank every day? Celeste was the one who sourced the special blend. And every time I lost a baby, she'd play the guilt-ridden sister, seeking "comfort" from Asher. Together, they kept pushing the line, getting their kicks from the deception.

The crew had gone silent, their eyes darting between the armoured giant and the woman who had become a ghost in Mar’s nightmares. “What is this?” Mar demanded, stepping toward Luz. “You brough her here? You brough the woman who broke my daughter onto my ship?” Luz’s expression remained unreadable, his crimson eyes fixed on Estrela with a cold, calculating intensity. He di not defend himself. Amelia saw Emile tied up and moved to her, crouching down beside her. Estrela’s gaze went to Emile and she remembered the first time she saw the girl: