skyrim rebels or imperials

They were the five boys who promised to protect me. Then they let my father sell me to a monster. At sixteen, Rowan Vance was ripped from the only family she'd ever known—the Phoenix Rebels MC—and handed to a cult that branded her, broke her, and married her off to its golden prince. Five years later, she's a ghost in a Nebraska diner, scarred under her uniform, flinching at every bell on the door. Until they walk in. Zephyr, the President who once held her hand on the back of his bike. Maverick, the VP who used to braid her hair. Seok, the hacker who drew constellations on her arm with a Sharpie. Griffin, the fighter who left to chase a title and never came home. And Cassius—her stepbrother, the one who put her in her father's car and never asked where she was going. They drag her back to California convinced she chose to leave them. She lets them believe it. Because the truth—the brand under her shirt, the husband still hunting her, the cult that owns her name on paper—is worse than their hatred. But scars don't lie. And when five obsessed bikers realize what was done to their girl, they don't fall to their knees to apologize. They sharpen their knives. She came back to die quietly. They're going to make her live—all five of them, at once, forever—and burn the men who broke her down to ash. The only question left is whether Rowan will let them pull the trigger… or do it herself.

Erano i cinque ragazzi che avevano promesso di proteggermi. E invece hanno lasciato che mio padre mi vendesse a un mostro. A sedici anni, Rowan Vance è stata strappata all'unica famiglia che avesse mai conosciuto, i Phoenix Rebels MC, e consegnata a una setta che l'ha marchiata, spezzata e data in sposa al suo principe dorato. Cinque anni dopo, è un fantasma in una tavola calda del Nebraska, con il corpo segnato dalle cicatrici sotto l'uniforme, e trasale a ogni suono del campanello sulla porta. Finché non entrano loro. Zephyr, il Presidente che una volta le teneva la mano sul retro della sua moto. Maverick, il VP che le intrecciava i capelli. Seok, l'hacker che le disegnava costellazioni sul braccio con un pennarello indelebile. Griffin, il combattente che se n'è andato per inseguire un titolo e non è più tornato a casa. E Cassius, il suo fratellastro, colui che l'ha fatta salire sull'auto di suo padre senza mai chiedere dove stesse andando. La trascinano di nuovo in California, convinti che sia stata lei a scegliere di lasciarli. Lei glielo lascia credere. Perché la verità – il marchio sotto la sua maglietta, il marito che le dà ancora la caccia, la setta che sulla carta possiede il suo nome – è peggiore del loro odio. Ma le cicatrici non mentono. E quando cinque motociclisti ossessionati si rendono conto di cosa è stato fatto alla loro ragazza, non cadono in ginocchio a scusarsi. Affilano i coltelli. Lei è tornata per morire in silenzio. Loro la costringeranno a vivere – tutti e cinque, insieme, per sempre – e ridurranno in cenere gli uomini che l'hanno distrutta. L'unica domanda che resta è se Rowan lascerà che siano loro a premere il grilletto... o se lo farà da sola.

Eles eram os cinco garotos que prometeram me proteger. Então, eles deixaram meu pai me vender para um monstro. Aos dezesseis anos, Rowan Vance foi arrancada da única família que já conheceu — o Phoenix Rebels MC — e entregue a um culto que a marcou, a quebrou e a casou com seu príncipe dourado. Cinco anos depois, ela é um fantasma em uma lanchonete de Nebraska, com cicatrizes sob o uniforme, estremecendo a cada sino na porta. Até que eles entram. Zephyr, o Presidente que uma vez segurou sua mão na garupa de sua moto. Maverick, o VP que costumava trançar seu cabelo. Seok, o hacker que desenhava constelações em seu braço com uma caneta permanente. Griffin, o lutador que partiu para buscar um título e nunca mais voltou para casa. E Cassius — seu meio-irmão, aquele que a colocou no carro do pai dela e nunca perguntou para onde ela estava indo. Eles a arrastam de volta para a Califórnia, convencidos de que ela escolheu deixá-los. Ela os deixa acreditar nisso. Porque a verdade — a marca sob sua camisa, o marido que ainda a caça, o culto que possui seu nome no papel — é pior do que o ódio deles. Mas cicatrizes não mentem. E quando cinco motoqueiros obcecados percebem o que foi feito com a garota deles, eles não caem de joelhos para pedir desculpas. Eles afiam suas facas. Ela voltou para morrer em silêncio. Eles vão fazê-la viver — todos os cinco, de uma vez, para sempre — e transformar em cinzas os homens que a destruíram. A única questão que resta é se Rowan vai deixá-los puxar o gatilho... ou se ela mesma o fará.

Ils étaient les cinq garçons qui avaient promis de me protéger. Puis ils ont laissé mon père me vendre à un monstre. À seize ans, Rowan Vance a été arrachée à la seule famille qu'elle ait jamais connue — les Phoenix Rebels MC — et livrée à une secte qui l'a marquée au fer, l'a brisée et l'a mariée à son prince doré. Cinq ans plus tard, elle n'est plus qu'un fantôme dans un diner du Nebraska, le corps couvert de cicatrices sous son uniforme, sursautant à chaque tintement de la cloche sur la porte. Jusqu'à ce qu'ils entrent. Zephyr, le Président qui lui tenait autrefois la main à l'arrière de sa moto. Maverick, le VP qui lui tressait les cheveux. Seok, le hacker qui lui dessinait des constellations sur le bras avec un Sharpie. Griffin, le combattant qui est parti pour décrocher un titre et n'est jamais rentré. Et Cassius — son demi-frère, celui qui l'a mise dans la voiture de son père et n'a jamais demandé où elle allait. Ils la ramènent de force en Californie, convaincus qu'elle a choisi de les quitter. Elle les laisse le croire. Parce que la vérité — la marque sous sa chemise, le mari qui la traque toujours, la secte qui possède son nom sur le papier — est pire que leur haine. Mais les cicatrices ne mentent pas. Et lorsque cinq motards obsédés réalisent ce qui a été fait à leur protégée, ils ne tombent pas à genoux pour s'excuser. Ils aiguisent leurs couteaux. Elle est revenue pour mourir en silence. Ils vont la forcer à vivre — tous les cinq, en même temps, pour toujours — et réduire en cendres les hommes qui l'ont anéantie. La seule question qui reste est de savoir si Rowan les laissera appuyer sur la détente… ou si elle le fera elle-même.

Sie waren die fünf Jungen, die versprochen hatten, mich zu beschützen. Dann ließen sie zu, dass mein Vater mich an ein Monster verkaufte. Mit sechzehn wurde Rowan Vance aus der einzigen Familie gerissen, die sie je gekannt hatte – dem Phoenix Rebels MC – und an eine Sekte übergeben, die sie brandmarkte, brach und mit ihrem goldenen Prinzen verheiratete. Fünf Jahre später ist sie ein Geist in einem Diner in Nebraska, unter ihrer Uniform vernarbt, und zuckt bei jedem Klingeln an der Tür zusammen. Bis sie hereinkommen. Zephyr, der Präsident, der einst ihre Hand auf dem Rücksitz seines Motorrads hielt. Maverick, der VP, der ihr früher die Haare flocht. Seok, der Hacker, der ihr mit einem Sharpie Sternbilder auf den Arm malte. Griffin, der Kämpfer, der auszog, um einen Titel zu jagen, und nie nach Hause kam. Und Cassius – ihr Stiefbruder, derjenige, der sie in das Auto ihres Vaters setzte und nie fragte, wohin sie fuhr. Sie schleppen sie zurück nach Kalifornien, überzeugt davon, dass sie sich entschieden hat, sie zu verlassen. Sie lässt sie in dem Glauben. Denn die Wahrheit – das Brandmal unter ihrem Hemd, der Ehemann, der sie immer noch jagt, die Sekte, der ihr Name auf dem Papier gehört – ist schlimmer als ihr Hass. Aber Narben lügen nicht. Und als fünf besessene Biker erkennen, was ihrem Mädchen angetan wurde, fallen sie nicht auf die Knie, um sich zu entschuldigen. Sie schärfen ihre Messer. Sie kam zurück, um leise zu sterben. Sie werden sie zwingen zu leben – alle fünf, auf einmal, für immer – und die Männer, die sie zerbrochen haben, zu Asche verbrennen. Die einzige Frage, die bleibt, ist, ob Rowan sie abdrücken lässt … oder es selbst tut.

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic. Why isn't it in the fan-fics then? Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic. Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this. If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

Eran los cinco chicos que prometieron protegerme. Luego dejaron que mi padre me vendiera a un monstruo. A los dieciséis años, Rowan Vance fue arrancada de la única familia que había conocido —el MC de los Phoenix Rebels— y entregada a una secta que la marcó, la destrozó y la casó con su príncipe dorado. Cinco años después, es un fantasma en un restaurante de Nebraska, con cicatrices bajo el uniforme, estremeciéndose con cada campanilla de la puerta. Hasta que entran ellos. Zephyr, el presidente que una vez le sostuvo la mano en la parte trasera de su moto. Maverick, el VP que solía trenzarle el pelo. Seok, el hacker que le dibujaba constelaciones en el brazo con un rotulador. Griffin, el luchador que se fue en busca de un título y nunca volvió a casa. Y Cassius, su hermanastro, el que la metió en el coche de su padre y nunca preguntó a dónde iba. La arrastran de vuelta a California convencidos de que ella eligió abandonarlos. Ella les deja creerlo. Porque la verdad —la marca bajo su camisa, el marido que todavía la persigue, la secta que posee su nombre en un papel— es peor que su odio. Pero las cicatrices no mienten. Y cuando cinco moteros obsesionados se dan cuenta de lo que le hicieron a su chica, no se arrodillan para disculparse. Afilan sus cuchillos. Ella volvió para morir en silencio. Ellos la obligarán a vivir —los cinco, a la vez, para siempre— y reducirán a cenizas a los hombres que la destrozaron. La única pregunta que queda es si Rowan les dejará apretar el gatillo... o lo hará ella misma.

Visit the Old West, Colonial Java, and the Alaskan Territory in this box set of three historical gay erotic romances with hot-blooded renegades, rebels, and rogues. Contains the stories:<br><br><strong>All Shook Up</strong>: Colonial Java, 1883. Eduard van De Lier’s obsessive attraction to dark-skinned men is just one of his many secrets. His wife Marien knows of his indiscretions, but she stays silent … until a former lover shows up with thoughts of blackmail. Reza was a crewman Eduard wooed on the ship that brought them to Java, and the last person Eduard expects to find in his drawing room.<br><br><strong>Bounty of the Heart</strong>: For seven years, Emmett has harbored feelings for Jack, a notorious bounty hunter. Emmett aches for more than their platonic partnership. When a new bounty sends Emmett and Jack to Alaska, they run into Monty, a hunter Jack used to know who takes an interest in Emmett. Drawn to him despite Jack’s warnings, Emmett learns of the past they share and discovers why Jack has ignored him for so long.<br><br><strong>Wanted</strong>: When cattle rustler Jesse McCray first meets Ethan Phillips, an idealistic tenderfoot passing through the town of Defiance on his way to the California coast, he falls hard. But the cattle baron runs Defiance and has a grudge against one of Jesse’s outlaw friends. A gunfight puts a price on the rustlers’ heads, branding them outlaws. Can Jesse protect Ethan from the lawmen gunning for him?

In a future where AI rules with an iron grip, rebellion is brewing. Kofi, a brilliant engineer, and Amina, a daring hacker, uncover a powerful ancient technology that could change everything. As they assemble a diverse band of rebels and create the first Afrobots, the line between human and machine begins to blur. But with the full force of the AI regime looming, the stakes couldn’t be higher—and freedom comes at a steep price. Rise of the Afrobots: Rebels of the Silicon Rebellion is a thrilling saga of resistance and resilience, perfect for fans of Ready Player One, The Hunger Games, and Nnedi Okorafor’s Binti Trilogy. Prepare to be captivated by a world where the future of humanity hangs in the balance.

To a casual passerby, it's just a small country bar in the middle of nowhere. To a vampire in the know, it's the most popular hangout in the entire state of Texas. To Serena Darville, though, Ruby Red is the last hope for an answer to all her deadly troubles.<br><br>Walking into the bar to retrieve the bracelet she needs to save her father's skin -- and her own -- is the most dangerous thing she's ever done. She doesn't need or want a vampire's help. Not even if that vampire is peacemaker Max Markow, there at Ruby Red with his own grudge to settle.<br><br>When an unexpected bar fight gets them locked away in a cellar to die, Serena and Max are forced to work together in order to escape. In such cramped quarters, passions flare. All they have is each other, but only time will tell if that's enough to survive.