Rene Webb Novels & Stories

demanded the lady. "yes miss Jane. both our seatbelts are tightened except yours." responded jade. "Alright. mine is as well. shall we?" "back home?" inquired peter jokingly. "you wish." responded jane. In a few seconds, Jane's had set to start the engine. underground. (Hell). Down the alleys of the different walls that held the steaming flames of fire laid a young woman on a rock unconscious. Dressed in a torn short black dress. brown short head in her late twenties.

"One week is not enough. If they catch me moving too fast you lose your only shot." A long silence. "Ten days. That is all you are getting." "Ten days works." "Sergei." His voice dropped. "Do not forget what I am holding." "I have not forgotten a single day." The line went dead. The background man called back within the hour. "Rivera's closest contact at Wellspring was a second year named Marcus Webb in the same program, setudied together regularly. Webb has a cousin who moved to Vanguard recently. Name is not publicly listed."

"Mama doesn't have to protect me. Mama just has to be here." She ran off to chase butterflies. I sat in the garden, a paper crane in my hand, and watched her disappear into the light. --- The Meeting Reyes came that afternoon. She looked tired. The kind of tired that came from chasing ghosts. "We have a problem." I led her to the study. Closed the door. "Diana Webb wasn't working alone. We've been tracing her communications, her contacts, her financial history. There's a network. Smaller than the Collective, but more focused. They've been operating in the shadows for years, waiting for the Collective to fall so they could step in."

I have the urge to run to her seeing her like this wrapping one hand around her bare waist and the other around silky straight hair claiming her lips with mine. I sighed I don't have the right to it even in life again I guess, it is not mine anymore, sadly. And Rachel left, maybe to ladies, I take it as my move but for some reason, I stood there scanning the person Rachel is with, I mean he looks fine, dressed in casuals but the question is not looking the real question is he good enough for Rachel? And just as I was scanning him, a woman who looked very similar to Rachel alert from the back, in a red dress, walked towards him and hugged and kissed his lips.

“Come on! Scout Cromwell? That man’s got jawlines carved by Greek gods. I’m just trying to live through you.” I snorted, cheeks burning. “yes he cooks” oh my goodness, he had looked so hot she gasps “I bet he does other things. Does he...?” “No,” I interrupted, holding up a hand, my face redder than it should’ve been. “Sarah.” She giggled and leaned back. “Okay, okay, fine. I’m just saying, it’s kind of crazy, you know? You’re Bella Parker. And now you’re Bella Cromwell. Like, what?! I still can’t believe it.”

REID I’ve always believed in destiny. While this current situation may not be ideal, fate doesn’t make mistakes when bringing people together as mates. I don’t know much about Serena yet, but I do know that I’m insanely attracted to her. I’ve never been like this around another she-wolf, not even hot-as-fuck Arabella who was basically a nympho and made a hobby out of throwing herself at me. I turned her down more times than I took her up on it, too busy to bother with getting invested in a woman. Yet here I am, not even twenty-four hours in, and I’m already obsessed with Serena Harper.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

"Webb's lawyers arrived twenty minutes ago. They're already filing motions." "Can he get out?" Cole asked sharply. "Not tonight. The evidence is too comprehensive and too public. Ten thousand livestream viewers made it impossible." Reyes almost smiled. "Your sister's idea," she added, looking at Aria. Aria looked at me and I shrugged. "I had five minutes and a working camera. It seemed logical." "It was brilliant," Reyes said simply. " Without that livestream, Webb's lawyers might have found angles. With it....." She shook her head. "There's no angle. It's done."

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................