Novel & Cerita Rebellion Bar

All day matty has been torturing me even hook me up to an iv with the wolfsbane and ravine mixture he likes to call the hybrid mix because he can't think of anything better I guess. Matty has been torturing me every hour to keep me from healing. My body was covered in bruises, cut and burns, I was wearing nothing but a black bloody sports bra and black bootie shorts with a black collar that has heathen wrote on it. True to his word the king was doing anything and everything to insure that everyone saw a weak defeated rebel. Little did the stupid king know that I still had alot of fight left and I'm as stubborn as hell.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

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…

"To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels." "To hell with your f..king rebels. You and all the rebels can burn in f..king hell along with the f..king damned parliamentarians." He barked, pointing the top of the dagger to him. "I will never, f..king never hurt my Layla. I rather slit my own throat than hurt a strand of hair on her."

Nathan would look so hot wearing one of those. "No, that's for subs, you see the ring at the front? That's to attach a leash or to tie you up. We'll talk about that kind of thing when we are officially together." He goes to a new page with a bench kind of thing and a big wooden X. "What are those?" "The wooden X is a St Andrews cross that you can can use vertically or horizontally. The other is a punishment bench that the sub will be strapped to for either pleasure or pain." "Oh. So if I was being punished you'd put me on there?"

Rebellion brewed in the streets below humans fighting back against the hybrids. Alex and Damian stood together on the rooftop. Collared. Chained. Parents. Ready to fight the final war. The alien realm had claimed part of them. But they had claimed something stronger in return. Each other. And that would be enough.

"I know I deserve the worst. I see everything clearly now. Please." I wrenched my wrist free and looked down at him. "You don't see anything clearly, Fred. You’re just terrified." His Southern territory was being picked apart by the Dark Moon. His resources were gone. His reputation was ashes. He didn't want me; he wanted a liferaft to save his dying Pack. "That's not true!" he cried, reaching for the hem of my coat. "I want to start over. Tell me what it takes. Tell me what you need."

There was something about defeat and it was the certainty of it. After three moons of victory, the dreaded one finally knocked on Alaris’ door. The Rebellion was not happy tonight; there were no drums, no music, no ululating, and no dancing. Some were busy weeping at the ashes of their dead, while others nursed their injuries.

He could just be with her—scars, broken past, and all—and that would be enough. But in the waking hours, when she still didn’t know who he was, it was never enough. Having her in his arms, kissing her, making her writhe beneath him. None of it would ever be enough. Rebel shifted into his wolf, running back toward the house until his legs burned with the exertion. When he arrived, he went straight to his room and showered, hoping to wash the scent of her from his skin, but it was no use. Once he was clean and clothed again, he made his way down to his personal bar in the library. He’d forgo the cup in favor of the bottle. It was in his armchair, legs slung over the armrest as he gripped the b

Rebecca’s hands were shaking and she sported a big smile. “You guys know how I’ve been following the entire case of our founder? Mrs Elena Windsor?” “Not Windsor, babes,” Stella her friend shook her head in exasperation but a small smile played on her lips. “She’s not married to Mr David anymore,” Rebecca’s cheeks flushed red. “True, anyways!” She commanded the attention of the room back and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Check this, she got married again,” “You’re lying. Last we heard, she was engaged to Mr David again and went by Tamara Caraballi. After the arrest, she kind of fell off the radar,” A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room.