The Reading Rebels! Novels & Stories

Jewelry, famous paintings, antiques, even an entire art gallery. Each one worth a fortune. Each one sent back unopened. The ones I couldn't return, I burned. In the gardens, I built a bonfire from his letters. The flames licked the night sky. A funeral pyre for the girl I used to be. "Burning the past again?" Leo asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "No," I said, leaning back into his embrace. "Just wondering when he'll finally give up." "Maybe never," Leo whispered, kissing my ear. "The men who fall in love with you don't let go easily."

she concluded and slowly turned to look at me, I cleared my throat silently and walked up to the microphone, my eyes slowly searched for Collin in the crowd, immediately my gaze fell on him, he gave me a slight nod and I got speaking. “Hello everyone, “ I began reading off of the script they already prepared for me displaying in the screen facing the podium, I paused momentarily as I read within a split second what was on the screen, Just Harper?! What’s the fun in following their script. “My name is Harper Walter, Late Chairman Damien Walter’s First daughter!” I said instead, waves of surprised gasps crossed the room, ofcourse some staff already knew but it was time for the whole word to kn

A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room. Rebecca pressed a palm to her forehead and shook it. “Fell off the radar? More like soared above it! SHE MARRIED INTO THE DIAMON DONATELLIS!” At her announcement, the tea room burst into pandemonium as several of the co workers cried their happiness and many expressed their disbelief. “I’m telling you guys,” Rebecca insisted. “She married the only son. The tycoon billionaire,” When looks of disbelief continued to pass around the room, she hissed and lunged for the TV remote.

Rid simply whispered. I replied narrowly, "Crush!! We have fallen into a trap, Sophia will wage a war from which only a miracle can be spared." I said that as I listened to my rebellious whisper to her wolf Alora, "This is who you are supporting!! Let him and the ugliness wait. I'm sure they'll love my surprise for them."

Maya cried out and Naya slapped her. "What's that for?" Maya glared at her. "To reset your brain. We didn't come here for this, behave Maya." Maya huffed and looked away, not throwing a fit anymore and finally going silent. "We need your help Jeremy," I faced him, and I became serious, taking a sit beside Naya. "What could you possibly need my help with?" He frowned, looking baffled. I exchanged smiles with the girls and they nodded in approval. "We are starting a rebel group and you're the only guy we're letting in on this," I informed him and he frowned.

“Not the signal. Not the child. Me.” Alex bit back another moan, pushing into the touch. “Damian—fuck—not now” “Yes now.” Damian’s fingers worked faster, stroking him while his rifle barked short bursts. “Come for me. Let the child feel who owns you.” Alex shattered shuddering against the barricade, seed spilling into his pants as the child kicked wildly. The orgasm cleared some of the fog. His aim steadied. He dropped two hybrids charging their position. The rebel cell fought beside them—twenty fighters, ragged but unbroken. Aisha, their leader, shouted orders from the other side of the barricade. “Hold the line! They’re weakening!”

Their pupils were blown wide with a terror that leached the color from their faces. The Rogues, however, remembered the dirt. "Kill them!" the Sand-Eater Alpha roared. The sound was a subterranean vibration. it traveled through the ground and up my shins. It rattled my molars. He swung a length of rebar. The heavy iron cut through the air with a low-pitched hum. It struck a helmet. The sound was wrong. Wet. Sharp. Wood breaking under a heavy weight. The pilot’s skull gave way. The rebel army surged. They didn't have magic. They had teeth. They had knives. They had three centuries of lactic acid buildup and adrenaline.

"We aren't just protecting a world anymore, Eva. We’re protecting a family. And God help anything that tries to get between us." The "Resonant Rebellion" had started with a scream in the dark. It was now moving toward the first cry of a child who would never know what it was like to be afraid of the light.

“I hardly know him, so it sounds ridiculous, but he just has something special about him. A confidence. An air of class, even though he’s standing there in a t-shirt and jeans and has grease under his fingernails. I like him, even though I don’t want to like him and even though I think liking him is a really dumb idea.” She nods sagely. “I know what you mean.” “Right?” I lower my voice, eyeing the curtain that closes me off from the door to the room. “I mean, what’s with these Rebel Wheels guys, anyway? Do they have superpowers?” She smiles. “Maybe. So what are you going to do about it?” “About what?” “Mick.” I roll my eyes. “Nothing.” I’m all of a sudden depressed. Welcome back to the real

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.