Damon Salvatore Rule Number 34 Novels & Stories

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.

My wife, Vivian Lane, is the wealthiest woman. Her assistant had made it clear he had three "do-not-disturb" rules: no messages after work, no calls on weekends, and absolutely no contact when he was in a bad mood. Because of this, the company lost a major deal—one worth over a hundred million. Yet the assistant looked completely unbothered. "Sorry, I had no idea one phone call could make such a difference. If something goes wrong and I have to be the one to take the blame, fine—I'm just another cog in the machine." My wife snapped, "Who said anything about blaming you? You did exactly what you were told." She shot me a look of pure irritation. "You take the profits from the project, and when things fall apart, you dump it on the regular employees? Is that how you run a business? If your company folds over something this small, it just proves you're not fit to be in charge." It suddenly clicked, and I let out a quiet laugh. So she thought this project belonged to my company? I didn't bother correcting her. To be honest, I couldn't really hold it against her—after all, it wasn't my company going under.

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Half a year after our divorce, my ex-husband became a trending topic online. His current wife, who had just given birth, jumped off a building. When she jumped, she was clutching a printed, 98-page copy of the "Cloves Family Code of Conduct." The reason for her suicide? She couldn’t buy discounted groceries online. A reporter came to interview me and asked, "Excuse me, were you also given the same family rules?"

BOOK ONE: THE O'CONNOR BLOODLINE The blood brothers of the O'Connor family knew that the day of reckoning is descending upon them. After five hundred years of running and hiding, they return to Arcadia Falls with the hope of starting a new life. Protecting their family was their number one priority. But when their ripper brother returns and the Vampire Huntress learns about this unique family, she is left with no choice of slaying them or working with them to vanquish the Vampire King. With no memories of who turned them into vampires, one of the brothers sets out to find their predecessor while an August witch comes to Arcadia Falls to release what they cannot defeat.

Everyone called my sister Alessia a prodigy. I was the only one who knew she was a thief. From the day I moved back into the brownstone, she started taking from me. Quietly. Carefully. My designs. My sketches. My drafts. Everything I created would appear under her name before I even had time to finish it. The family stood behind her. Always. My father, Salvatore Lucchese, head of the family, his word law itself, said he believed Alessia. So I became the liar. The plagiarist. The disgrace. They threw me out of the outfit's front shop. Blacklisted me from the industry. Erased my name. Then one of her loyal admirers ran me down in the street. That was the end. Or it should have been. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day before the national jewelry competition. This time, I didn't draw a single line. Let's see what my darling sister delivers… when the well has run dry.

Patricia could not ask for anything more in her life but to fulfill her dream of becoming a doctor. She has beauty, intelligence and perseverance but when their company got buried in debt, she has to save it by getting married to the son of a well-known business tycoon in the country, Callum Teo Velasquez. Callum Teo Velasquez on the other hand was almost perfect in the eyes of women, with his handsome face, good fashion, and richness, many are obsessed with him. Are they able to get the freedom they want or will things become more complicated for them? Or will the blaze be the way for the two of them to land on good terms?

Blood Sisters of the Michael family. The most powerful bloodline of dark witches, one of them sets out to ruin the world by bringing back their father who is a servant of an evil known as the darkness, while the others seek to stop her. Welcome to Weston Hills. A world of Witches and everything in-between.

WOLVES OF NIGHT SHADE PACK BOOK 1 All wolf bloods convene under the full moonlight, which ignites a spark of desire that turns them into werewolves. Night Shade Pack is a haven for all wolf shifters until hounds attack three nights before the crowning ceremony of the next Alpha. The Elders name an Alpha under the moonlight. Logan Kade is next in line for the Alpha of Night Shade Pack, and he's having a wolf pup with the wolf-less she-wolf, Frey Hemming. Logan knows the rules. He cannot mate a wolf-less Luna. He understands that on the night of the wolf moon, the moon goddess tethers wolves to their mate bond. Past the age of twenty-two, a shifter remains without a wolf for the rest of their lives. Frey knows her fate, but she's hoping that the moon goddess grants her heart desires. All she wants is for Logan to feel the mating bond. Little does she know that her yearning would lead to secrets that may make or destroy her future. Secrets that harbor a threat to their love. Will Logan choose the mother of his unborn child regardless of the bond? What will happen if he finds out the truth about Frey and why she doesn't have a wolf?

"Does it… does it feel good? Playing with another man's wife… on another man's bed… does it feel good…" Late at night, my naked sister-in-law lay sprawled on the bed, her round hips constantly pressing back as she let out moans that trembled with pleasure—the very picture of a woman thoroughly satisfied.