Rebel Ruthless Novels & Stories

But what he says next boils my blood. "you can and you will," he folds his hands over his chest. Like he is doing this to control himself. "we have all day, you are cleaning this even if it takes you all day." I threw my hands in the air, and frustrated tears burned my eyes. "what kind of ruthless bastard are you? I told you I can't do it." "you will do it," he grits. "fuck you," I yelled picking up a handful of horseshit mixed with straw and throwing it at him. "Eat this and die."

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

“Our destiny is the same as theirs. He frowns at me, thoroughly confused. “Never,” he whispers. “Asmodeus went against the blood god's wishes. He made Ruth for Asmodeus, and he abandoned her. Me? I’d rather fall on the Ash stake than betray you in that way.” A soft sob tears from my chest and I fall into my groom’s arms, allowing him to comfort me. **

Bash responded, fluttering his lashes in fake innocence. Storm slammed his fist on the desk and pointed a finger at Bash, "don't mess with me damnit! no one threatens Storm Rehan," he spat. Bash's eyes squinted since he busted into laughter, "so you remember me, Stormy." Storm clenched his jaws and smiled, the boy didn't know who he is dealing with, "I Will give you a million to get lost," he said. Balancing his weight on the table, Bash stood up and stared into Storm's eyes with a frown, "if I wanted money I could have exposed you to your late wife, or better yet I could have gone to a human rights activist and reported you! I don't want your money."

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?”

Due to the situation of things, resisting was going to be a useless thing to do and she was glad she didn’t have to spend the whole day trying to explain that to her brother. Felix was naturally a stubborn person and it was extremely hard to make him do something he didn’t want to. It was one of the reasons he never got along well with their parents as they constantly tried to force him to do things he didn’t want to. He had never accepted or taken any suggestion from their parents serious. He always immediately rejected it or made up his mind to ruin it. But for the first time, he wasn’t speaking of how to ruin it or at least promising to try his best to ruin it.

He had tried hard to pay back the debt he owed this demon standing in front of him,but things seemed to be working against him. Juan Alonso,the twenty six years old guy with the traits of the devil,was a drug lord and a mafia boss who seemed to lack the milk of human sympathy. He killed without mercy and dealt with everyone the way he deemed fit. How Mark had come in contact with him was still a mystery to his wife and kids. Everyone knew Juan Alonso, aka the Don,the stinking rich young man who didn't give a damn about a thing. Cruel and heartless,he did people dirty and made them beg on their knees.

“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.”

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

I completed silently in my head. "Why are you suddenly smiling, it's creepy," Maya chimed, not believing me but I ignored her. "I have a crazy plan girls," I informed them and they shared a glance before facing me, looking totally interested in whatever crazy plan I had. "What's the plan?" Maya asked curiously and I grinned. "I'm going to have a rebel group." "A rebel group?" Naya repeated, unsure of what I meant. "Yes, a rebel group," I affirmed "With ladies ready rebel against the unjust traditions of the werewolf community that makes the females inferior to men and the unfair treatment being imposed on us."