Rebellious Hearts Novels & Stories

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.

"Delis! this is what I want, I want this diamond ring more than any other thing" "So if you won't give it to me, forget about the rest" "You know what I mean...? I mean that I will not accept...." "These things that you have bought already, then you will have to take them to yourself" Rehab replied with a none smiling face. "Am doing this because I love you... hope you know that" Delis said as Rehab smiles with a smirk. "That's why I love you too" Rehab replied and then Delis ordered the ring for her.

PACK'S POV - THE WHISPERS OF REBELLION The tension in the pack had reached a breaking point. The once-quiet whispers had turned into louder conversations, murmurs of rebellion spreading like wildfire. Octavyous' actions had pushed the pack members to their limits, and the fear that once silenced them was beginning to dissolve, replaced by anger and a growing sense of urgency.

rebellious. I hate being told what to do, I hate other people trying to have control over me and deciding what I do. The second someone tries to tell me what to do, I want to do the exact opposite just out of spite. So, all those years I completely refused the idea of going to the academy like everyone else, plus, the three of us have never been very physical, not at all. Laurent was into sports for a while, but only because he was stalking his long term enemy, not because he wanted to. I always pictured myself as a successful businessman or something fancy like that, being inside an office making money with a computer. Ironically, I’ve always seen myself more like my dad than my mom in that

“It doesn't cost anything. All it takes is to hold healing in your heart and know it well. To exhale toxicity and make peace with what is and what isn't. You’ll find that things aren't as hard as they seem. Your heart will then learn to beat at the rate that it should.” I had a sudden palpitation. It felt as though Jacob wasn't speaking about Max Brennet’s baby at all but me. It felt as if my heart was still damaged because I held revenge instead of healing close to my heart. Jacob had me there. The flutter that was already in my chest for Max Brennet’s dead baby heightened. I needed to escape. Work.

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

"And now, I fear I am the reason for breaking someone else's commitment." Leana's empathetic gaze met mine. "Your Highness, you cannot be held responsible for choices that were made in secret by people who sought only to benefit themselves. Your heart sought a new future and new dreams, not destruction." She said. "Sebastian rejected me just days before I arrived here as Olivia's substitute, you know. I can still feel the excruciating pain that came with accepting his rejection - the scorching heat in my belly, the overwhelming taste of bile on my tongue, the tight squeezing of my chest, and the incessant banging at my temples. I can still feel the pain as if it had happens just yesterday. O

It was the most genuine of smiles, the most unquantifiable kindness, the most beautiful of smiles that would surely make anyone melt at his feet… anyone including me. It is getting complicated, these feelings that I have now. These feelings that I had promised that I would not have… promised? Like I can control my heart and its shenanigans, like I can tell my rebellious heart how to feel, what to feel, when to feel. I wish I could… i really do but unfortunately my rebellious heart does not listen to me, no matter how much I try to keep it in line, it just ends up doing whatever it want no matter how much my brain and I protests. No matter what my brain and I say, my heart ends up taking over

He asked me and I rolled my eyes. “This is a way to say hello, taking me away from my escort. Isn’t the pretty event planner here, the other one that I was accused of being jealous of. Rachel?” I snapped and he looked at me like I had gone mad. Maybe I had, but I was definitely out of line, I wanted to play the irritated mysterious event planner today but he had sucked out the rage in me.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.