Rebel Song Mga Nobela at Kwento

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

Chapter 2: Rebel ~Wren~ I slink in through the loose shingles on the roof, softly landing in our makeshift hideout loft. It isn’t much, honestly, it looks like a child’s playhouse, but when all the outliers are beggars or thieves, it’s hard to come by nice things for a rebel headquarters. We are lucky that Ms. Grayford is deaf and never travels upstairs. Not that she would care if she did. She hates Alpha Alden as much as we all do.

She gave me one of her nasty looks which always made my hand itch for blood. "I heard you have a habit of stealing,"\s"I might,"\s"Nuessa," I growled at her, "I don't know if you realize this or not but you're nothing but a liability to me. It's very easy for me to get rid of you if you don't follow my rules," "I didn't come here on my own. I was brought here to protect you in return for nothing. I'd been sleeping under the sky, eating shit, and trying to survive. Yo-"

The music from the party still echoed in their hearts, and they couldn't resist swaying to its rhythm, creating their own private dance floor. Laughter bubbled up from deep with Emilia, an unstoppable force that shattered the remnants of the night's disappointment. Steven twirled her around, their laughter mingling with the rustling leaves and the gentle night breeze. At that moment, they were the only two souls in the world, disconnected from the chaos and anchored in their shared resilience.

"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."

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.

Watching him from afar was enough for me even if I don't get to have him. “I'll help transform you into a woman Jake couldn't resist….” My memory drifted back to Killian’s words. Can he really do that? Can I trust him on that? Can he make Jake's attention channel to me? But we're talking about Killian? The school's rebel. Who gave the teachers a tough time with bike racing troubles. Yet girls, including some female teachers, found him extremely attractive and charming, and boys saw him as some role model. Killian is everything bad and sin….

“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! They are a match made in heaven! I love them!” “I believe in love once more!” Xyla’s smile widened, and she reached out to hold Stanley’s hand. Their fingers intertwined tightly together. Soon, the upbeat tempo of the song ‘Reborn’ began to play. Josh Batton held the microphone in his hand while he sang and led four mentors on the show to the center of the stage. “Oh, this mortal’s body is destined to perish for a new ‘me’ to be born. Once the scars heal, all mysteries will be solved.

It looks like I won't be able to see Khai before his game starts. — /Oh, oh, 2012, oh yeah It's alright, oh, it's alright You know what they say? Life ain't always easy And every day, we're survivors So forget the day, it's all about tonight Act a fool and start a riot, a riot be a rebel Bottles poppin' 'til we can't stand We keep it rockin' till 6 a.m. New York to London, over to Japan Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up

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?”