Freya Nelson Is His Rule Novels & Stories

“Antonella would not always be here. I would need a male son to rule in my stead someday. We should start making plans for that anytime from now.” Freya moved closer to me and I felt her warm breath against the nape of my neck. “We could make one here and now,” she suggested. “With my guards watching us?” I laughed. “Doesn’t matter,” Freya breathed down my neck. “We could send them all away.” I laughed at her desperation and shook my head in the negative. Freya was always like that and I knew better than to give her what she wanted. “We would make an heir when we’ve retrieved my daughter successfully from whoever the bastard is that took her,” I said.

His fingers, which were pressed on the ground, were so hard that they broke the rock. "Yes." He nodded. "Please repeat it, Sir," the girl said. Yates Gandi said, "I, Yates Gandi, swear by my inner demons today. In this life, Nelson Family was the master. What Nelson Family members said was what I must do. No matter old or young, women or children, there is no difference between realms." If anyone else were present, they would definitely be shocked to hear such an oath. There were cultivators who would recognize humans as their masters.

At last, he was getting part of the things he’d always wanted. And the defeated look on Orson’s face fed his ego and boosted his confidence. “I want to make Freya my Luna,” he announced with a broad grin, news that left Elena gasping and Orson brawling. “She’s all I ever wanted and this is all I’ve always wanted— to crown her as my Luna.” “No, you can’t do that,” Elena disagreed with a nod, walking towards Freya to dissuade her. “Freya dear, please don’t do this, it’s wrong, stop this.”

I should be scared but am I really? Who knows? "Alright you're right, I do know but we'll do this by my rules…" My Rules. Those two words should scare the fuck out of me because it might as well mean that I'm already at his mercy. So was what I wanted to know, worth putting myself at Savaş Ewald's mercy? "What are your rules exactly?" I surely didn't know what to expect from someone like him but could it really be that bad? Absolutely. Could I handle it? Still not confirmed.

Although she too was driven purely by her ego, she was also highly calculating and careful. Freya knew that the best way to beat Eris was to completely unbalance her - to make her ignore the data and move carelessly. And she hoped that depriving her of even an acknowledgement of her position would do just that. “We’ve been traveling all over the galaxy killing, eliminating, neutralizing people just like you,” Freya said. “Power-hungry tyrants and greedy executives and corrupt officials and overripe royals - dead in the gutter where they belong. And the real fun part of it is… you paid for it. Your own money helped put down people just like you.”

he spoke out, making her keenly listen to his every word which made her feel like now she was his slave. “Rule number 2….by no means, you will dare to even think about harming or hurting any single person living in this palace or in my pack, no matter what,” his tone grew dark and treacherous, like commanding her to not even dare to show her defiance, even as a mistake, to this rule of his. *Rule number 3 and the last and most important rule….” Raelyna heard him pausing for a bit before he finally opened his mouth again and finished telling her his rules.

You’ll be too busy fighting to breathe. His smile dropped completely. “You think you’re invincible, don’t you?” he said darkly. “You think because you’re the heir, you can threaten everyone and walk away clean.” I leaned in, my voice low. “You don’t scare me. And I’m done playing nice. Stay the hell away from Freya. And keep your unstable mistress and deranged wife in check. Because next time you make her cry, I swear to God, I won’t stop at words.”

Freya lit her cigar, smokes and exhale slowly. “But I never did,” I close the door behind me. “Where is Vynessa?” “Back to the man she rightfully belongs to,” she states, and I scoff angrily. “You know the rules, Freya. Why did you fucking break them?” I roll up my sleeves. “I know the rules until you fucked me and got me pregnant.” “That's not an excuse for your stupidity, Freya. Fucking get her back.” “Why are you so obsessed with her? Is it because of those beautiful boobs of hers, cause you are not one who falls in love with a woman?”

I was literally caught up in the saddest dilemma, but I prayed in my heart that I get hit by bullets, and that my blood makes ripples on the floor, rather than to have Jaxton grab my hand and take me back to his crib. “Come here.” He snarled. “Now!” My hands shivered and went cold, my breath nearly stopped. I stepped back little by little, rather than obey his orders. It was better I make him realize I’m no longer under his watch, in his damn crib. I’m free from his madness and control over me. “Freya.” He came calm this time. “Come here.” I kept on backing off fearlessly till I tripped on a bold ridden body and fell, but I managed to scramble to my feet and resume backing off.

There's an adage that goes, 'it's a bit easier to run a private family than a huge country,' and I agree. My name is Alice Windsor, and I am the future ruler of Bridgeton. My life revolves around the palace, following a set of rules and training. I had actually never been free. My father often reminds me that a queen has to embody twice the qualities an ordinary person has. Instead of going out, I spend my leisure time reading and practicing.