You Rebel Scum Novels & Stories

Vera motions towards the crowd and that's when the speaker got his answer. "Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! Rebel!" Throwing away the paper he holds up his head and announces with pride,the name of their new Queen. "QUEEN REBEL!"

"We know about Lycan's plans to attack your hideout, and we want to stop him." There was a moment of silence as the rebels exchanged glances. I could feel their scepticism, their disbelief. "How do we know we can trust you?" the tall rebel demanded, folding his arms. "You don't," I said honestly. "But we have no reason to lie. We have nothing left to lose. We were slaves in Lycan's mines, and we escaped. We want to fight back, and we need your help to do it." The tall rebel looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded.

“Crusher sends his greetings.” The last shot hit Rebel right at the base of the spine, leaving him alive, but not able to move even one inch. The men contemplated him, prone and helpless on the ground, his golden eyes huge in his face, then they shrugged and turned around. “I’m not risking another shot being heard,” the blond one said to his friend, then glanced down at Rebel. “See you in hell, asshole.” “That’ll be way sooner than you think,” Rebel slurred. “When my boys find out what you’ve done here, they’ll come for you, motherfuckers. They’ll come for all of you.”

Shadow: There’s nothing I want to do more in this moment than punch this smug bastard’s face. “So, any updates Roman?” In this part of the world, I am known as Roman D’Angelo, the only son of one the man that owns an enormous network of underground casinos throughout New York and European cities, and unfortunately I am the only son that means that I am the heir.

Juno Greco stared at the soaked girl in front of him, a smirk appearing on his lips, fate had a twisted sense of humor, he thought, as he watched the same woman who had ruined his party on the Atenea, now reduced to a quivering, wet heap. "My, my, look what the rain brought us," his voice dripped with pure sarcasm. "The little devil from the yacht, now turned into a wet kitten." Gia stood up so fast she almost slipped, her eyes, though swollen from crying, sparked with fury.

A very large battle axe hung from the back of Ritglass, and Scem who was the smallest in the group was wide-eyed, knives gripped far too tightly in his hands as he stared behind me—almost beyond me. I slowly loosened his grip from the knives. He snapped out of his staring. “Forgive me, Raul. I thought there was someone behind you.” Scem said proudly. “You want to do battle with a bale of cloth?” He went silent, but his gaze was still proud. I sighed again and mentally dragged my hands across my face. Surely, someone would have heard by now that I—leader—was walking through the market. Then the people would be on me.

“Why do you even want my help so bad?” He tilted his head. “You mean… other than the fact that you’re the best?” I gave him a look. “Yes.” For once, Ryder didn’t answer right away. His gaze dropped to the table, and his voice was quieter when he finally spoke. “I need to clear my reputation.” I blinked. That wasn’t the answer I expected. “Your reputation?” “Yeah. I messed up last year.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “One shot, Lila. I have one shot to fix it, and I intend to take it.”

“Your first life was a wreck! It was ruined and destroyed! So what are you going to do about it!” “Get up Harper! Stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself! Get up and get back at the people who ruined your life!” “Do whatever you have to do to get what you want! Being a good girl has never really payed you anyway” I screamed at myself at the top of my voice, I slumped to the ground, my whole body shook as I wailed in pains, my hands squeezing tightly on my chest. *“Tomorrow is a new day, Don't let the darkness of today overshadow the brightness of tomorrow”*

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land. "Back at Myozola, those with powers were free to go to the Moka, the wells to drink freely and have their powers boosted but the Force destroyed hundreds of those wells and left just a few guarded, for those that agreed to work for them. We were doing research and that's how we came up with the fruits. It was to make us stronger even without having to drink from Moka," explained Koyala. He then proceeded," Now, the Force would never send its soldiers after you unless you are a potential threat to them. So we brought you here to r