Rebellious Disciple Novels & Stories

"The male lead has most likely awakened his self-awareness. However, you still have a chance now. If you keep working at it, you might be able to turn things around. "You can fabricate more comments for him and make him firmly believe that Rosalie Lark is the villainess. Hopefully, everything can still be salvaged. Otherwise, you'll only end up being erased." The moment I heard that, I understood what was going on. A system, huh? It was just one parasite latching onto another parasite. I'd been fooled in my previous life. If not for that, Brandon and his system wouldn't have had such an easy time. In this life, I would cut off every escape route he had.

“It’s just coaching. Helping someone else. That’s all.” I shook my head. “No, Coach. I’m not doing it.” “You’re the best person for the job,” he pressed. “You know the game inside out. You can teach him discipline, strategy…” “I said no.” My voice was firm, and I made sure he could see I meant it. “Nothing you say will change my mind.” For a moment, silence filled the room. The coach studied me, then finally leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Alright,” he said reluctantly. “But… at least think about it.”

Cole exhaled a lazy puff of smoke and said lazily, "If Grandpa took her in as a granddaughter, she'd become family, and then marrying her into the Malcolm family would be out of the question. But as a disciple? No conflict there. "It's just a convenient excuse anyway. What's the difference between a disciple and a granddaughter? Still, the question remains. Is she really as virtuous as Grandpa says? Or… did she already know his identity and deliberately get close to him?"

“No…. no….no…. That’s not what I meant.” Neil almost slapped himself as he realized how muddled his explanation was. “What I explained right now was how the treatment was supposed to work.” Neil sighed “But somehow, one of the students who came under Master’s tutelage was not appreciative of Master’s intentions and teachings. He must have learned in secret while the master was teaching. And once he felt that he had learned enough he left master’s discipleship and started his own sect.”

“Deal with it.” If I didn't know earlier, I knew now that Cain was a rebel. I'd heard of their type, but I wouldn't say I'd been privileged to meet one. Cain didn't look the part though, but I guess it didn't stand since I had no idea what an ideal rebel was supposed to look like. If there was something I was sure of though, it was the fact that he had guts. Guts to go against the rules of the trials, guts to turn me down, guts to go against alpha Darius. “You can't just leave a contestant hanging…”

At the same time, the woman saw the tip of a sword protruding from the disciple’s heart, blood oozing out continuously. “I... Ugh...” The disciple turned with difficulty, and his expression flashed with disbelief when he saw Andrius’ cold and emotionless face. He was a ninth Divine Step expert! However, someone just snuck up on him and dealt a fatal blow... It was over. Andrius twisted the sword, ending the disciple’s life. Thud... The disciple fell to the ground, dead. Andrius pulled out the sword and said to the stunned woman, “Go home quickly. Try not to come out if you can before order is restored.”

"Now I will ask you again politely mate, answer truthfully. How do you know Rebel?" And that's when my friends,I dug my own grave. Looking up at him I boldly stated. "Rebel and I have a thing. I love him." My words are true though,I am the Rebel and I love myself. But why I said this was to make him hate me ,to reject me by calling me unfaithful and a betrayal. But what happened was nothing that I expected. He pushes me back on the wall and slams his fist on my side. The fire in his eyes, turning into an unstoppable catastrophe.

Those disciples had complicated expressions on their faces, but no one dared to pursue them. When Prince Auten saw Darryl and Rachelle fleeing, and none of the disciples intervened, his face darkened. He was so enraged that he nearly passed out. He yelled angrily, "What a bunch of idiots! Stop them!" Darryl and Rachelle were defenseless, but those people stood there and did nothing. They were simply useless. Despite hearing Prince Auten's reprimand, those disciples had no intention of obeying his command. The next second, a disciple made a long face and said to Prince Auten, "Sect Master, that man is far too cunning. Who knows what he is capable of? We are not brave enough to go after them..

Naming felt less like drowning. ‎His lip twitched, almost like a smile, but tighter. “My people. A couple of guys from outside the club I trust. Guy called Taye, he’s owed me a favor since I once bailed him out of a mess with a dealer. He’s clean. No loyalties to Marcus. He’ll help.” ‎ ‎“How many?” ‎ ‎“Enough,” he said. “Not too many. We’re not trying to start a war.” ‎

their maid Marikit announced. Samson sighed. "Let him in." Caroline wiped her face with her hands. Glenda sat down on the couch with a huff before sipping her tea. She glared at her daughter. Samson greeted Caroline's newly hired personal bodyguard. Glenda smiled and followed her husband. "I'm glad you made it. It's perfect timing as our rebellious daughter just got home," Glenda said, glancing at Caroline, facing away as she wiped her face. Caroline clasped her hands. She had never been a rebellious child. She didn't understand why her parents saw her that way.