Rebel Romane & Geschichten

They were banished from the pack, their betrayal too great to forgive. The pack mourned, not only for Reynald but for the loss of trust and unity that had been shattered by these events. It was a painful chapter in their history, one that would not easily be forgotten. The magician, once again, found himself guiding the pack through tumultuous times, seeking to heal the wounds and restore the bonds of loyalty that were so deeply fractured.

He was tall and lean, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had a sunny smile. He excelled at mathematics and often tutored me. Gradually, we became close. Just when I thought life was finally getting back on track, Sebastian's letters arrived one after another, persistent and relentless. [Rachel, are you still angry with me? I know I was wrong. Please come back.] [Rachel, Viv is pregnant. The child is mine. I know this is hard for you to accept, but please believe me. You're the only one I love!] [Rachel, surely there's a limit to sulking. What do I have to do for you to forgive me?]

The same unfair kind of attractiveness that made you angry just looking at them. Except this man looked older and more refined. Grey streaks cut cleanly through dark hair, styled perfectly. His jaw was sharper somehow, his expression calmer. There was something dangerous about him too, but unlike Chris, it wasn’t cruel. His gaze moved over me carefully, taking in the ruined mascara, trembling hands, and probably the fact that I looked seconds away from either crying or murdering someone. “You’re Rebel.” His voice was deep and smooth, confident without trying too hard. I frowned immediately. “Who are you?”

Sybil’s POV “Sorry, Hunter, but if you take the throne, then you become King—the sole ruler of this land.” I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze without backing down. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I want revenge. And how am I supposed to do that if I don’t hold the throne myself?”

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

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.”

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

Rebel rambled out. “Princess,” Storm looked down at River, “is that what you wanted to tell us?” “Yesh, mama. She say her name is Undra.” She smiled. “Yeah, mama. My wolf name is Baltar.” Rebel said as he kept bouncing on his toes. “Ryder, what about you?” Blaze asked. “His name Ezwa.” “So, they talk to you know?” Storm asked. Rebel closed his eyes and when he opened them, they were a deep dark green around black orbs. Blaze looked closely. “Baltar?” He asked.

Rebecca couldn't help herself, she felt so embarrassed, the only person she trusted, the only person she thought she could count on was the same person to disgrace her in front of everyone. She had been disgraced before, she had gone through something like that before but she never felt bad about it, disgrace was like her second name but she felt really bad because someone had been there to witness it, she felt terrible, she thought of leaving the hotel immediately, she doesn't want to spend another minute at the hotel, she wanted to just run away but she couldn't run now, she went to bed with tears in her eyes, she was sure her face would be swollen by morning, but she wasn't even a make