Rebellious Hearts Novels & Stories

Lani It was late at night, and I was starting to wonder if this was what madness felt like. The folder was burning against my skin like it had a pulse, like it was alive. I had shoved it under my mattress earlier, then yanked it out again, then stuffed it back. Every time I tried to sit still, it was like the leather called out to me, whispering what was inside. The contracts. The boardroom votes. The photographs of my family that the Caldwells had been keeping in neat, damning rows.

citizens; they were refugees, seekers, and rebels, all drawn to the light of the North. ​"The Council is broken," Rhea said, her voice carrying across the valley. "But the world is just beginning." ​Elias opened his eyes and looked at her. The gold was gone, replaced by the storm-grey of the man she had first met, but a thin circle of starlight remained around his pupils. ​"We’re not archived, Rhea," he said, pulling her into a kiss that tasted of victory and woodsmoke. ​"No," she replied, her "Tameless Heart" finally finding its rhythm in a world that was wild, dangerous, and perfectly, beautifully free.

the old man says. Maybe that’s what the majority think, but some have accepted us. “Maybe…” Zion now comes over to me, and I stand up, allowing him to pull me close. “But these reckless hearts fell in love. So to hell with the consequences, because together is where we will always be.” For a moment, it's just the two of us amidst the commotion, two reckless hearts… just as he said… “And are you open to discussing what we want?” Storm says, breaking the moment and forcing both of us to turn. He now looks up from the screen, eyes filled with rage and betrayal.

His eyes spoke of some sort of fear but also with every trace of fierceness at the same time. "Your mind doesn't beat to conquer the wild. It beats to earn its heart. You don't belong here. It means that the role is reversal. You will tell me what you want while I oblige instead." In that moment, I was King—over the Azgaroth and over the wild itself. The mere thought of catching those belittling words on Ravenna's mouth had me losing it as I met her atop the parapet. A snake indeed. I brought out the heart without any further ado, stretching it over to her. "Here it is, Ravenna. The punisher's heart you had requested of me. Take it and leave now. Never to return."

The whispers of rebellion, once confined to the arena, now echoed within the hearts of these gladiators, stirring a quiet revolution that threatened to reshape the very fabric of their destinies. In the dimly lit chambers beneath the arena, Alcides orchestrated clandestine gatherings with his fellow gladiators. As each one poured out their stories of pain, servitude, and longing for freedom, Alcides wove a tapestry of shared dreams and aspirations. Through whispered conversations and shared glances, he kindled the spark of rebellion within their hearts.

she sobs and I hug her tighter as I glare at the club girls as they walk inside the clubhouse. “It’s ok princess, daddy will sort this out. I only want you and mommy ok? Don’t listen to them.” “NO, I WANT MOMMY, I WANT MOMMY!” Shit, she screams and thrashes. The men all look over and my dad and Blaze come over trying to calm her down, but it only makes her worse. We were having such a great day today and now it’s gone to shit because of meaningless words. Well, they are meaningless to me, but not to Rebel. She is hurt. They will fucking pay for this. Damn gossip. Why can’t women learn to shut their damn mouths? They know I’m only interested in one fucking woman. My woman!

For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. Then the courtyard shifted, tectonic, hearts and loyalties realigning—or refusing. Rhea slapped a fist to her chest, eyes fierce. “You want rogues held back and walls patched from the *outside,* storm-girl?” she called. “I’m there. We’ve been missing someone who knows which way the wind is blowing.” Rebel hesitated, tension written in every line of him. Then he nodded once, sharp. “I don’t like being told what to do by pups,” he said. “But I like losing wolves less. If you can keep more from walking into those cracks, I’ll hold the lines you point at.”

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine