Rex Rebels Novels & Stories

"It's prepaid for six months. In case your ex-husband is tracking your current phone." I took it hesitantly, a chill running down my spine. I hadn't even thought about Luca tracking my phone. But it was exactly the kind of thing he would do. "Why is Dante doing all this?" I asked, looking up at Marcus. For the first time, a hint of genuine emotion crossed the man's face—something like respect, maybe even admiration. "Mr. Moretti believes in helping people who deserve better than what they've been given." It sounded rehearsed, like a company line. But there was something in his tone that made me wonder if Marcus had once been one of those people who "deserved better."

We saw that the commotion was ended and the broken pieces of that wine were removed from the front door of their house. "Let's go? The night is still young." Rebecca said as she winked at her. We left the place and headed at the nearest opened cocktail lounge that night. _______ Rebbeca's POV It felt really good to piss my father. That man, rather. I think everything that I did is something that he deserve to experience, even more than that. I wanted to do something to get even. I can feel that he deserve revenge coming from me for what he did to my mom. I will never forget it. Never will I ever forgive him either. I guess the wound will heal in my heart but it will never allow me to accept

"Who were those guys? The ones who attacked me. Are they also responsible for the attack on the Manor?" He took the jotter from me and read with a slight frown. "I'm afraid they are responsible. They call themselves the North claw pack. Dangerous and armed as fuck." North....Claw? Like literal claws? Wait a minute, bartender guy had claws, right? And why are they identifying as a pack? That's odd...never seen any gang do that. I snatched the jotter away from Carter again and began writing. "Are they some kind of rival gang?" He read it and sighed, as if contemplating something.

As John whispered to Ericka, the young group observing the rebels felt hungry due to the tantalizing scents. "Ericka, good luck to those guys who were found and sent to jail. They will never again be able to eat and enjoy the exquisite flesh of the bull they steal from the rich man's fields." Ericka only nods as she observes that their other playmate act as the commander has begun to descend the enormous tree branches and intends to follow suit. His playmates are receiving signals from him to follow him and join the rebels. The tall, dark, and attractive leading rebels, dressed in animal masks, rise in front of the throng. On the clear, starry, vast, endless heavens, they see that the round

He spoke loud enough so that anyone, including Isioma, who was sitting close to him, could hear. Isioma tried so hard to ignore him, but he would not stop. “Did you even hear about the abortion laws lately and how Roe V. Wade was overturned? The government keeps focusing on changing the wrong things. There is a drastic increase in fuel prices. There are bombings. Children in Africa are being killed every day. Apple is using little kids, kids as little as five to mine cobalt for iPhones in Congo. The government is still not saying a word.”

Naia Baniaga: So, I know that we haven’t talked in forever, but I feel that the reunion this coming summer is a great opportunity for us to rekindle our friendships! Odell Lumaban: Hear, hear! Logan dela Vega: We were thinking we could have a reunion of our own before the actual reunion with the ‘rents. Batangas sound any good? Jacob Ocampo: I’m in! Jared Ocampo: Sure Felicity Bautista: No fights though, right? Naia Baniaga: Of course not! We’re all past that incident, aren’t we? Zoe Torres: Idk. ARE we?

"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.

“How long ago?” “Two – three –” Rebel gave a hacking cough, spat blood. “Hours –” “OK, man, don’t talk.” Drake reached for his cell phone. “I’m gonna call for some help… you’ll be fine.” “No.” Rebel’s voice was suddenly very strong, very clear. He was fully there and present with them, and more than anything, that told them that it was all over. “Look at me.”

The swirling ball of energy engulfs her before receding and fading away at the sound of barking laughter. A tall man with dark black hair and sparkling green eyes step out of the woods. “Am I late, JaSwana? You know I like a good fight… I mean, party.” JaSwana jerks her head to a guy off to the side, who comes forward with a length of rope.