Rebellious Hearts Novels & Stories

Could he still afford to be shameless and hold on to her when he'd personally paved her way to self-destruction with his drug operation? "Fuck!" Andrei swore under his breath as he gently banged his fist on the glass, frustrated by the turmoil swirling inside him. He knew what had to be done. But his heart had grown bold over the past few weeks, wanting things it had no business yearning for and swaying him in ways it had never done before. And for once in his life, Andrei was in perfect agreement with his heart. There was only one problem, though. Even if he and Holly somehow managed to work through their issues, Andrei knew his father would never approve of their marriage once he found out

"But when the time comes, I want to be the one who cuts his disgusting jackfruit seed." Maybe her words were harsh. But to Damien, somehow it sounded quite cute. Maybe because Alexis used harsh words to vampires. Even though Damien is a vampire, his hatred for vampires exceeds any feelings in his heart. So, he feels happy when he hears someone cursing at the vampire in front of his face. After a few moments of observing the situation, Damien signaled to Reinhard who was ready with his sniper rifle from a few minutes ago, while the rest of the rebel forces were ready in their positions.

“We’ve done what we came to do. The Heart is ours. It’s time to move.” Cassian hesitated, sensing the change in her, but he didn’t press her. He simply nodded, stepping back to give her space, though his eyes never fully left her. They moved together toward the center of the ruins, where Rhea and the other rebels were waiting, their eyes wide with curiosity and apprehension. The rebel leader’s face was unreadable, though Lia could see the faintest trace of awe in her expression. Rhea approached, her gaze flickering between Lia and the Heart. “You’ve done it,” she said, her voice low and measured. “The Heart is yours.”

Hidden Hearts was preserved because it only contained pure history and relevant facts, unlike the others that had suspicious pieces of information that weren’t needed. It was these books that started the war. The youths were divided, half supported the government while half supported Hearth and its rebellions. Raeya could still remember a conversation when she apprehended an activist. “You are trampling on our hearts to express what we want!” One had shouted at her when she was assigned to disperse a huge rally against the rally.

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.

So, we created a scene in which we made Laura and Damien believe that 'Rebel' was dead. Rebel is a short version of Rebellious, which is what everyone here calls her, since she is known for her rebellious personality. She never stopped herself from trying whatever it was to escape her present. She is exactly her mother's daughter, which is annoying. I never got to see her or come here since I knew that the werewolves were keeping an eye on me, and I couldn't take the risk of being exposed to the enemies. Unlike me, Tristan sacrificed his sixteen years to keep an eye on our annoying guest.

Those she looked bothered with it, beating the shit out of a corpse, not caring the blood oozing out of the deep cuts on her arms. Madness took over her senses. She wouldn't hold back for anyone. *** *Rebel POV* Excitement rushed through my veins, I could feel the electricity cracking in the air surrounding me. With each step further I took my emotions magnifying. My mind enters a state different from my usual state of mind. I'm no rays of sunshine like other girls I have seen of my age but in front of the evil working in my head right at the moment my usual self would be nothing less than an angel.

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. Zion looks him dead in the eye. “I am.”

He was loyal to his wife and he disregarded many beauties including the obsessed Celine. While everyone seemed busy with the preparation, Celine was unhappy. “ I have sent you to hell several times but you keep coming back. This time...I'm making sure that you lost...out of my sight forever, Danielle. I was so close to getting Anthony when you appeared again. I'm not going to let you live. Hell! No!!!!” Celine threw the glass of wine she was holding. It made a loud crashing sound. She saw the pieces of shattered glasses on the floor and she held her head like a crazy woman.