Rex Rebels Novels & Stories

There was jealousy in the way she spoke. Rey who had just finished the game finally joined the conversation. “She's a business partner of Red Cage. No need to worry, they are just discussing business.” As if he could read the direction of Mia's conversation, Rey went straight to the point, making Mia's face blush instantly. “And who are these men?” “They are from Motor Clubs who are on good terms with Red Cage, and the ladies here are club bunnies.” Gavin got a glare from Rey because of the latter's explanation. He just remembered not to talk about the club bunny.

Gabriel tried to say but I cut him off abruptly. "You want an introduction right?" I glanced between my mother and Uncle Walker. "Mom, Uncle Walker, this is Gabriel whom you already know. He's a rogue who has been exiled for years now." I pursed my lips as I gestured at my friend. "Gabriel, this is Uncle Walker. And meet my mother. The both of us were recently exiled from our Pack and we sincerely hope you can show us the rope about Rogue life." I sarcastically toned to their displeased faces.

"This is it. We strike tonight, and we hit them hard. The Temple won’t be able to recover if we act fast. We’ve trained for this moment. Now we execute." Sena looked out over the faces of those gathered, her heart swelling with a fierce pride. These people, these rebels—they were her family now. And no matter what happened, they would face it together. --- That night, as the rebellion moved out under the cover of darkness, the desert came alive with the sound of their movement. They moved quickly, silently, a shadow in the night, weaving between rocks and dunes, heading toward the Temple’s outpost. It was a small force, but it was enough. They had the element of surprise, and with the power

Julian’s POV~ I propped myself up on my car, outside of the Silver Crescent Casino, the neon signs turning the night garish shades of red and gold. Cigarette smoke was thick in the air. Elara’s continued exile was good news to me—Vellex turned their backs on her, calling her a “traitor” in hushed whispers that followed her in the hallways, their glares stabbing her.

“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.

RAVEN “What’s up , beautiful?” Christian cheered with a wide grin on his smug face . “Nothing much .” I replied . “Something wrong?” He asked with concern. “No .. it’s just him.” I pointed to Aiden’s office . He was still buried in his files and computer . “What about him?” Christian asked , sipping his coffee. “He looks really exhausted but won’t take a break .” I said , sighing . “Hmm. Actually , there is this problem with the new project we have with Artfree corp.” He said , looking at me .

He is hot as hell. Don't forget his braids. God, he is super handsome. His men got out of the other car and joined us. By his men, I mean Caleb and some men from Bricktown. One I know as Reeko.

It took less than a day for the scandalous video of Pembroke Group's CEO and his housekeeper to go viral. "Whoa, isn't that housekeeper the influencer who claimed she could reverse aging in 30 days?" "Oh, please. That middle-aged woman was just a scammer. Didn't you watch her later livestreams? It was fucking disgusting!" "Mr. Pembroke has quite the appetite." Due to the cheating scandal, Pembroke Group's stock price continued to drop. I seized the opportunity to buy in. Marcus stormed into my office and hurled the photos I had sent him onto my desk.

“What, like some neighborhood boys who stole sugar from shops?” ‎ ‎“No,” he said flatly. ‎ ‎“Oh.” ‎ ‎He stepped a bit closer, and for once, I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. My legs felt like jelly. ‎ ‎“They called themselves the Sun Slashers,” he continued. “They were violent. Connected. They controlled a lot of supplies and territory.” ‎ ‎I frowned. “Supplies? Like what, spare parts? Petrol?” ‎ ‎His eyes flicked to mine. “Not the legal kind.”