Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore Rule Number 37

Like he had waited years for this exact moment. Then Devon walked in. No cheers came at first. Only silence. He wore Gamma colors again. But he moved like a king anyway. His hands were loose at his sides. His face was calm. Almost bored. That terrified me more than rage would have. His eyes found mine for one second. My chest tightened. The head elder stood. “First duet of Rule 101. Challenger Devon Warner against Alpha Gideon Vale. Dominance trial. No weapons. No interference. No full or partial shift unless called. Violation will count as loss.”

He had won the two racing matches he had today while Max made his comeback by winning the one race he had asked the guys to keep for him. Thinking back to those racing matches, I must admit that they were dangerously thrilling. I couldn’t believe that I grew a liking for such a sport but for Ryder, I was willing to enjoy anything he loved. Ryder released all his frustrations for Tom through the match by defeating him which pissed Tom up. Apparently, they had made a deal before the match that Tom would have to keep his girlfriend on a leash if he lost this match which he did. This meant that Alicia and her little gang would need to think twice before thinking of approaching me in the future o

"We are here to determine the validity of the marriage between Damian Volkov and Sebastian Montgomery. If the marriage is found to be a sham—entered into solely for the purpose of circumventing the Montgomery-Volkov Rule—both players will face a lifetime ban from the league." Damian's stomach turned. "The league will now present its case." Damian's father's lawyer stood up. His name was Mr. Sterling—silver hair, silver tongue, eyes like chips of ice. He had represented Damian's father for years. He had helped with the blackmail, the fake stroke, the bribed ref. And now he was here to finish the job.

"No. Absolutely not." The guard frowned beneath his visor. "Then which asset will he sacrifice?" "I believe..." The Chairman turned slowly, looking up toward the massive, shattered stained-glass window showcasing the midnight sky. "...that he will attempt to violate the rules of the match entirely. He will try to save all three." "But that is mathematically, logistically impossible within the time frame, sir." "It is indeed impossible..." The Chairman whispered, his voice echoing off the ancient stone altars. "...for every single ordinary man in this syndicate. Except for Lorenzo Dimitri."

’ my wolf scoffs and all I can do is swallow the lump rising in my throat and give a stiff nod. “Second,” he continues, “stay away from Julian. Don’t speak to him, don’t look at him, don’t even breathe near him.” I frown. Why does he hate Julian so much? But before I can ask, he keeps going. “And third,” Damian finishes, “don’t question me about anything. Whatever I say, you do without question.” I clench my fingers tightly in my lap. Just when I thought life might get better he gives me rules to follow...

“I figured you’d like a woman who keeps her word.” Something flickered in his expression. “I like a woman who understands the risks of playing games she doesn’t fully grasp.” Ava leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “Then explain the rules to me.” Damian studied her for a long moment. Then he set his glass down and leaned forward just enough that she could smell the faint trace of his cologne—rich, dark, intoxicating. “You want to know what I do?” His voice was smooth, but there was steel beneath it. “I make things happen. I control what needs controlling. And I make sure the people who cross me don’t get the chance to do it twice.”

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

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 read the text of the message: "Knowing that Tony will do everything to protect my personal, family, and profession life, And knowing that Tony will never ask me to do anything illegal, nor anything harmful to me, my family or my friends, And given my longing to submit myself to Tony's will and desires, I hereby accept the following rules: My safe word is Rose. This is my protection mechanism. It will be used to safeguard me from physical harm. However, it can never be used to protect me from discomfiture, shame, or embarrassment. These I must endure as my Dom sees fit.

“I’m listening.” “No, you’re not.” “I can do two things at once.” I lunged for the shirt. He moved it farther away. “You are forty kinds of annoying.” “Interesting number.” “Give it back.” “Rule one.” “Oh my God.” “No talking about Angelo.” I stopped reaching. That one I could accept. “Fine.” “Rule two. No talking about Damion.” “Definitely fine.” “Rule three. No investigating your mother.” That was harder. My gaze drifted toward my phone on the nightstand.