Rebellious Books Novels & Stories

Otherwise I'm gonna get that full 24/7 lecture . Yeah it's weird how I'm an adult . And I still get those stupid teenage lectures. *************************** RAVEN'S POV I went to the company I'm supposed to work in . I guess . 'ONE STROKE' is written so big on this stupid building . I wonder whose idea it was . It would be so great if they really get a stroke one day . A brain stroke or maybe heart one , anyways they die . It really doesn't matter how . That's why I think I should do that honour .

Caleb said "I am a rouge, you should be careful of me," Alina said walking away from him. "Alina, I don't mean it like that," Caleb shouting "Try to recall all your words, Caleb, you're confusing people with your nonsense. And think before you speak, you're a Prince for God sake. If you don't think highly of your self then think about your father," She started running back fast when she felt Caleb following her behind. This time she shifted to her wolf letting Rose come out as she asked for it.

If the blood god had to create a new Asmodeus for the world to come back into balance, then he had to make a new Ruth. Except that the blood god himself created Ruth, and I made Simone. Simone takes me down the stairs into a massive basement that seems to span the entire mansion. She flicks on a light to reveal a truly impressive library. I could get lost in here for days. “Have you read any of the books?” I ask her as we walk down the first row of shelves. “Some. A lot of them are written in Navjahi.” “I need to teach you,” I say with a smile.

I muttered to myself, scanning the titles on the spines of the binders, the movers must have mixed up all my important file when they were moving my things and now I need to work on a supply, I can’t find the document. As I reached for a particularly thick file on the top shelf, my elbow knocked into a stack of folders balanced on the edge. They tumbled to the floor in a flurry of papers, I groaned deeply in frustration. "Great, just great," I muttered, kneeling down to gather the scattered documents. As I tried to reassemble the pile, another binder slipped from the shelf, narrowly missing my head and adding to the mess. My annoyance grew instantly. "Why did he have to smile at her like tha

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

Because this — the judgment, the labels — was exactly what she’d promised herself wouldn’t get to her. Focus, Brooks. Ignore the rebel with a death wish. --- Axel’s POV Axel Knight hated mornings, rules, and umbrellas — in that order. Rain or not, he liked feeling the wind slap against his face when he rode. It made him feel alive — something he still needed practice at.

"That's what selfish people get! I'll make this clear: you'll pay, whether you like it or not. If you refuse and jeopardize our kids' education, I'm not done with you. Neither you nor your son is leaving today!" Ansel sobbed in my arms. "Mom, why don't we just..." "No, Ansel," I said, wiping his tears. "We won't give in. We've done nothing wrong." I raised my bleeding elbow, my eyes sweeping the room. "This is your idea of community spirit? Hurting people for the sake of your collective?" I gave a bitter laugh. "If this is your community, we want no part of it." Neville hadn't expected me to stand my ground. His face flushed with rage. "What kind of attitude is this?"

Lucille grunted with fury. A shudder went through Iris’s body. How could they discuss murder so casually? She realized what these evil women were - spoiled brats who could get away with anything, even murder. “I hope we don’t end up in prison,” said Leilani. “We won’t! Dad will get us out of trouble. Anyway, she deserves to die,” said Rebekah with disgust. “I agree. She almost made us go to jail in Vegas. I can’t forgive the bitch!” swore Veronica.

I had no idea what this rebellion they spoke about was related to but it sounded like a big deal seeing as only a handful of families survived it. I slammed the book closed and placed it on the desk in front of me. I was sure that there would be useful information in some of these books but this book was a complete bust. It was such a waste of time. Letting out a long sigh I leaned against Elijah’s chest and closed my eyes.

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.