Damon Salvatore Rule Number 34 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

I rolled my eyes internally and face palmed myself. “Since you’ve decided to stop running away from me. We need to be serious about this,” he spoke up, his calm yet commanding voice drawing me out of my thoughts. “If we’re going to do this, Amanda, we need rules.” Rules. I nodded, my throat dry. Of course, there would be rules. With Damien, there was always structure, boundaries, and control. He was a powerful man and I knew him abiding by his rules had brought him this far, and in truth, it was one of those things about him that I was attracted to.

“Who cares if you are an Alpha or King? We don’t welcome you!” Damien raised his head. Determination gleamed in his eyes. “I will prove to Aurora that I am the right one.” He said firmly, staring at Aurora from across the table. “It is why I am here.” “Me too.” Westin said with a laidback smile, “So, has this begun already?” “Some ground rules first.” Lance tapped his index finger on the table, looking serious: “Rule number one, no trash talks against each other. I bet Aurora has heard enough about that.”

“Sir, that’s not advisable without full review. Your father’s—” “My father’s dead,” he cut in. “And his rules die with him. I want every clause, every restriction, every condition removed.” “Damian, doing that will void certain protections—” “I don’t care. If Cruz Holdings collapses because I refused to live by his standards, then it wasn’t worth saving.” Serrano sighed. “I’ll start drafting it in the morning. But once it’s done, there’s no undoing it.” “That’s the point.” Damian said quietly, and hung up.

Outside, the trees blurred into highway as the car picked up speed. Then, Damian’s phone buzzed again. New Message. Priority Encrypted. Sender: A.R. Subject: NOT OVER. Damian opened it with a single swipe. No media. No frills. Just a line of cold text: He cornered me. I didn’t fold… I preserved what I could. If I fall, you’ll be next. We both know what happens if he consolidates the South. There’s still a way to balance this… Contact Salvatore. Damian read it once.

"Yes, but here's how it's gotta be. Rule 1: you always have a condom on. Rule 2: I control all the action. I'm doing this to learn the moves, not to get fucked. Your role in this is passive only. Rule 3: no orgasms for me. I'm still saving those for Liam. So keep your hands to yourself and don't try to do anything to get me off. Let me do all the work. Do we have a deal?" "Um...yeah...of course...whatever you say."

He paused, noticing my glassy eyes, and he sighed. Alex’s voice dropped lower. “They’ve modified the rules. No rounds. No time limits. No referee interference. It’s either a knockout or a surrender. That’s it.” I stared at him, horrified. “Brunetti’s dirty,” Alex said. “He’s known for illegal blows, psychological warfare, and humiliating opponents. He doesn’t just fight — he breaks people. Damon’s under pressure. If he loses…” I stood, heart racing. “I need to see him.” “Shefali—”

I asked. He looks at me for a moment "the Ferrari rule over Las Vegas as the Salvatore rule New York" he explained slowly. "Oh. Oh! aren't they like our enemies?" I whispered. "Not per say." I look at the man who was standing in front of us only moments ago hops into a red sports car and zooms off. As the car disappeared from sight, I half expected it to go up in flames. From what I gathered from their senseless conversation Alessandro seems to have strolled right into New York without informing Dominiko. That was usually frowned upon. As the son of a boss that was like breaking a major Mafia rule. Didn't people get killed for things like that?

The coach left from there keeping himself safe and aside from this rivalry. "I think the lover boy is deeply hurted." Damien chuckled through his bruised lip. "I don't want to ask why you pulled out this cheap stunt last night with Savannah. Because Everyone is well aware about the terms of ours." " Ruin each other." Dominic stated the term loud enough with red eyes. "I am doing it gladly." "You are doing it wrong." Dominic jerked him. "I don't think so." Damien made a innocent face. Damien was completely bruised. He didn't try to save himself. He startedwas enjoying the beating of Dominic.

And as she enters inside, I hear him slapping Zion and hitting him and then, he asks for his parents numbers with him. "Not in your wildest dreams! You bastard," he says. "You dare to talk back at me. You want me to hurt this girl, don't you?" he says and takes off the blindfold off my eyes. The moment he takes off my blindfold, I see Zion's lips bleeding and his eyes have rage in them. "Give me that fucking phone and let me dial it," Zion says but the man refuses to give him phone. "Tell me his number," he says and dials.