Novel & Cerita Rebels Kanan Jarrus

I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and smirk at them both. “My name is Rebel. But you already know that.” I say as they both stand and stagger before they fall back down. “You bitch, we will kill you.” Paddy slurs and I chuckle as the door opens and in walk my girls. Their disguises gone as they wipe their blood-stained hands.

"Good boy. Now you're going to meet my friends and I'd like it if you got along so please make an effort." "I will, I promise!" "So, the tall scary guy is Marcus, the ginger guy is Thomas, and the guy with tattoos is Lucas. Lucas has a permanent sub, he's called Joey. He's the only short person there so you'll know who he is." "So scary is Marcus, ginger is Thomas, tattoos is Lucas and short is Joey?" "Yes, you have to be respectful to Marcus, Lucas, and Thomas because they are dominants but you can be more relaxed around Joey. Marcus is especially strict and will want you to be perfect," Nathan tells me seriously and I nod.

They dragged her for about three minutes until they stopped. "Well, well, look who we have here." She heard his voice. Kanzel. He is one of the most dangerous drug lords in the city with over one billion capital in drug export. When the DEA finally got ahold of his men, he held hostage the children of every DEA Agent working on the case. Now, Carella Jones was sent to negotiat terms of his mens release and the safety of the children.

" Alex replied. I huffed and gathered up whatever bones I could find. "Leia is going to be so disappointed with this." I said looking at Alex. "True, but at least she can rest a little easier knowing that he is dead, and that you will be back home every night now." Alex replied. He was right, Lane was aching to be back with her and I missed her like crazy but this was a justice I wanted her to have. It was one that she deserved and now I have to be the one that tells her she won't have the justice that she truly wanted. "Let's go home." I said walking out to see Alley standing there. Her face showed no emotion at all as she stared at the bag I was holding. "Is that..?" She asked and I nodded

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.

When a strong gust blew past, some of the smaller candles that weren't secured to the ground toppled over and rolled away. Shane was still oblivious to the mounting crisis unfolding before him. Wanting to support Valerie, he cheered and applauded her, shouting, "Look at the blazing fire, Mr. Paulson! Look at how the flames are reaching toward the sky! I'm sure that your ancestors will be able to feel your sincerity!"

][ ACTIVATING DEFENSE PROTOCOL. From the shadows of the server racks, droids emerged. Not the clumsy security bots. These were Spider-Tanks. Fast, agile, with machine guns mounted on their backs. "Jack! Hold them off!" Sebastian yelled. "Kenji! Jack in! Kill the upload!" Jack dropped the plushie. He pulled out a grenade launcher (hidden inside the plushie).THUMP. The first grenade hit a Spider-Tank. BOOM. "Eat this, you metal crabs!"

They haul me to my feet with such urgency that said "the faster they get this over with, the better it would be for everyone" They proceed to drag me through the trees like a plague they could not bear to touch. When we finally come to a stop at the clearing just at the edge of the forest, torchlight flared and I see them in the distance. The Moon council, looking exactly like the stories had described. The same seven figures, the same silvery black robes, the same air of entitlement and superiority, the same elder with ice in his eyes stood at the center. He looks at me like he had finally won a game I had no idea we were playing.

Kael and Nova stormed out even before the Rover had come to a standstill. Bamm! Bamm! Nova's rifle sang his deadly song while she was the foremost row of ice cream Beasts with precise hits turned into sparkling dust. Kael was a wall Muscles and carbonium tanks. He fired in walking, pushed the creatures with the rage of his projectiles back and rammed his black claws into each Attackers who dared to approach the barrier. His presence seemed like a Catalyst on the exhausted rebels – they saw that the junk plug, the