The Reading Rebels! Novels & Stories

The moment the volume hit an audible range, Rebel's voice sliced through the room. “Yes, legally, I’m Catie Rhodes. But let’s stop pretending I’ve lived her life. I’m Rebel. And if that makes you uncomfortable, sit with it.” I let out a full-blown ha!—and I don’t ha! often. The board members glanced at each other nervously. One man—the one who always orders chicken salad without the chicken—leaned toward me. “Sir… Shouldn’t we be worried?” I wiped my eyes. “Worried? Hell no. That’s my daughter.”

We caught a glimpse of dancing white lights through the crack every now and then, which were most likely from the flashlights the rebels were holding. “Look at what we have here,” I said, pushing the door open with a hand. Under the dim lighting, I counted around five rebels rummaging through the stuff in the study. They were all clad in black clothing from head to toe and their faces were covered in a way that only their eyes were revealed. Upon the announcement of our arrival, they paused and turned their heads to stare at us in shock. “You’re rebelling against the werewolves, right?”

Her eyes widened as she read. "This is..." "Proof," Elira said. "Of everything." Gabrielle closed the journal. "We’ll use this. We’ll expose him." Elira nodded. "If I survive." Suddenly, a noise echoed through the warehouse. Footsteps. Voices. Gabrielle extinguished the lantern. "Hide." They crouched behind crates as shadows moved through the warehouse. A group of rebels entered, led by Maren. "Gabrielle," he whispered. "We have a problem."

And the people of such towns tightly kept within the King’s fist, people fall into line very quickly. However, as there always is a group unjustly ruling people, there are always the rebels. The rebels of this new world and enemies of the King of Crows are ones who call themselves Legion. *** Rebecca watched her brother shoulder the large gun as he prepared to leave. She clutched the rag she’d been using to wash their small stack of dirty dishes with by the valve of water shared by everyone in town. When she’d come to clean dishes, she hadn’t known she’d see her brother trying to leave with a band of rebels.

The most dangerous people in the world in this one mansion. “Daddy, pop-pop. I’m awake.” I look up and see Rebel walking towards us, rubbing her eyes and her long blonde hair sticking up in every direction. Her little pyjama pants rolled up and twisted. Her top wrinkled and in her free hand is her unicorn plushy. Of course Boomer is walking beside her.

Rebel’s POV The problem with nights in the clubhouse is that they don’t really end. The music stops, the laughter fades, the bikers wander off to bed or to someone else’s—but the energy lingers like heat after a storm. It hums through the walls, through the floors, through my bones. And tonight, something feels wrong. I’m curled on my bed reading a dog eared book, the one Fang always pretends he doesn’t know I stole from his room years ago. The air is thick with the scent of oil and steel from the garage below, comforting in the way only home can be.

She tugged at Alex's sleeve and shook her head, signaling him to drop the matter. Lindsay noticed Olivia's subtle action. Given Alex's blind favoritism toward Olivia, he might have relented. But Lindsay spoke up before he could reconsider. "Fine, if you insist, I'll tell you," Lindsay said. "First, we don't read for family members. Second, we don't read for those involved in politics. Third, we don't read for ourselves." As soon as Lindsay finished, Olivia's expression changed slightly. That little bitch, Lindsay, was doing this on purpose.

Cecile and Love Rein joined in, beating her mercilessly. “Even if you kill me, nothing will change, Glenda!” Roxanne shouted, her voice raw. “Daddy didn’t leave you an inheritance because you were a rebellious child! I won’t tell you anything! Even if you change the company’s name, it still won’t belong to you! Gutierrez Industries is mine!” “Shut up!” Love Rein shrieked. The video was a bit dark, so I turned up the brightness. Love Rein was holding a bottle.

My heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, I nodded. "I'll do everything I can to fend off the hackers. I hope you'll keep your word, Mr. Quinlan." I strode to the computer and sat down. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Harry gently holding a pregnant woman in his arms. Could that be Elijah's sister? Why didn't they look alike… at all? The thought flashed through my mind briefly before I focused entirely on defending against the hackers. The digital battle raged for a full day and night. Alongside other top experts, I finally held off the attack.

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