You Rebel Scum Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Wendy had fallen in a sprawl on the floor. Wendy clutched Connor’s pant leg and said, “Connor, you have to believe me. This didn’t happen. This video must be fake. You know me. Things have been so hard for me these past few years.” Connor looked at her coldly before bending down to pry her fingers off him. “My biggest mistake was ever trusting you.” As Connor strode away, the crowd burst into a flurry of discussion. These were all people who knew how to play the game. They worshiped the ground those more powerful than them walked on, and they disdained those below them. With the Lidell family having lost the Gordon family’s support, Horace and Wendy became targets of their ire.

"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

I was just a poor art student then, an orphan working shifts at a coffee shop to pay tuition. I painted in my spare time, dreaming of my own gallery show. Then one day, a rich bitch from school poured a scalding latte all over my final project. "Oops," she sneered. "Something this pathetic was never going to hang in a gallery. I was just helping you take out the trash." I tried to fight back, but her friends cornered me, and a slap stung my face. That's when Damon appeared. He wasn't the monster he is today. Back then, he wore an expensive, handmade suit. A god who’d stumbled into the wrong part of town.

Instead, a faint smile played on my lips. Their lives deserved to continue rotting away in the stinky marshlands. Meanwhile, I finally found true liberation after having bravely extricated myself from them. Now that everything was truly over, I felt as though my new life had only just begun.

Mick asks, talking to the Rebel, his eyes scanning the space for his brother. “Yeah. Just relax.” Rebel shifts Teagan gently over to his left, freeing up the other side of his body where Mick is standing. Teagan puts her hand on Rebel’s arm. “You’re not going to fight in here, are you?” He shakes his head. I can see why Teagan is so gah-gah over him. He really does look like her long-time crush, Dolph Lundgren, and he’s totally taken control of the situation without even doing anything yet.

The redhead turned to me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she spoke. “Welcome to the rebellion.”

“My skin is dark. How dare you call us dirty and say we lack water so we can’t wipe ourselves!” “What do I care if your skin is dark? It’s true that your feet are dirty.” I sniffed the three of them. I covered my nose. “You all smell like a fart. Don’t you have money to buy deodorant? Do you want me to buy some for you?” “You shameless b*tch!” the dark-skinned woman screamed. She was about to slap me but I quickly caught her hand. I pushed the woman. She was lucky that her friends caught her. I saw Miguel stand up. He walked towards me.

It took some convincing, especially when the last time he was away, Rebel slipped out and ceased all comms with us all. As for Rebel, well, she completely left the Mother’s Revenge. Alessa agreed that she had paid her debt to her after the killing of Billy Smyth. Rebel is now free and clear and is trying her best to adjust to normal life. I know at times it drives her mad, but she is adjusting. She helps me with the businesses and helps around the club.

His identity as the Rebel had been born of it. “Tell me where to find the antidote, and I’ll let you live,” he threatened. It was a lie, and Solomon knew it. The Birmingham cowboy laughed. “We both know that ain’t true, old boy. That’s not how I taught you, is it?” “Ye didn’t teach him anything,” Murtagh snarled. “He was brutal all on his own.” Rebel frowned. “I appreciate the vote of confidence, Murtagh.” Murtagh’s wolf eyes blazed as he assessed Solomon with disgust. “He’s a right lavvy-heided wankstain is all he is.”

The sixteen allies, united by the common thread of freedom, huddled in secrecy, far from the prying eyes of Athena's enforcers. Maximus, his eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve, took charge of the impromptu war council. "We cannot afford to underestimate Bastian and his soldiers. Our survival hinges on outsmarting them at every turn," he declared, his voice a low murmur carrying the weight of rebellion. The rebels, a diverse group with different backgrounds and skills, listened intently. Among them were former gladiators, skilled artisans, and even a few who possessed knowledge of the wilderness – a formidable blend of talents that Maximus sought to harness.