Freya Nelson Is His Rule Novels & Stories

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

Which to be honest, he probably would, she was his Fianna after all. It was very selfish on Amelia's part. Letting her entire faction fall apart and turn on each other just because she wanted to keep a hold of Mason. I know Freya would never let her own feelings or love for someone stop her from helping and protecting her people. I guess Amelia would never live up to her sister’s leadership skills. She just wasn't built the same way. She was very selfish like her father, whereas Freya was more like her mother. I mean, I knew the factions were descending into chaos because they didn’t have any set rules to live by now or have anyone to uphold them. Most of the factions also had no one to puni

Chandra pulled Amara away. "Stop." "Don't try to rule me, Chandra!" "Then don't do anything against my rules! Or I will shut you up." The last line she just stated served as a tranquilizer to me- it made me freeze- stopping me to eat Amara. Into the thin air, I shouted, and I growled. The nearby wolves responded, including Amara. But Chandra didn't. One thing is for sure, she isn't part of our race, and this place is not werewolves' realm. Just the parallel of my world.

I inquired, turning my face to General Rhodes. “I have a report to make regarding that, my alpha.” General Rhodes replied to me. My face wrinkled as I leaned forward on my chair. “It’s about Freya. The daughter of the traitor.” He continued, and I fell even deeper into a pool of confusion. “And how does the training have anything to do with her?” I asked him, flipping my hands and gently hitting them on my laps. “Alpha Victor. Freya is a curse to this land. Her presence alone is a thorn in our flesh, not to talk of how she is influencing the young wolves to question the pack's rules.” General Rhodes' voice came out sharp and the hall was instantly filled with murmurs.

But first I’m going to write our rules down. I took a notepad from the window-ledge and spoke as I wrote: Sultan rule. Call ‘Sultan’ if one of us is about to hide the truth from the other. Emancipation rule. Call ‘Brave New World,’ Every time we create a bit more freedom and self-empowerment.

“No name. No crown. Only vengeance.” “And when he walked, the earth stirred. The dead listened. And the tyrants felt fear for the first time.” “So I ask you, little one— Who rises when history forgets? Who dares when even gods stay silent? The answer will come. And when it does...” “The Rule will break.” *** “When kingdoms fall, the earth remembers. When tyrants rise, the wind listens. But when the forgotten return— The sky holds its breath.” --- Synopsis:

His strong arms stayed locked around me, one hand slowly rubbing up and down my bare back while the other gripped my hip tight like he was reminding me I wasn’t going anywhere. I could hear his heartbeat under my ear, steady and powerful, and it made my stomach flutter with a confusing mix of emotions. Caleb’s fingers traced along my spine as he spoke, his voice low and authoritative right against my hair. “Believe it, Freya. This is our new reality starting right now. You live in my building, you follow every single one of my rules, and when you break them or when I simply decide I want you, this is exactly what will happen.

“Keep in mind that the computer can’t detect personalities, and the information in these profiles isn’t guaranteed to be 100% accurate. It’s up to us to make that judgment.” “Got you,” Freya acknowledged. When he was done, she asked, “On my list, is there anyone from Freedonia?” “Let’s see,” he said, without looking at her. He nonchalantly scrolled through the names and pointed to number five. “That’s Prince Cassian Velmora, the Duke of Norvain. He’s a third-generation heir of Freedonia’s monarch.” “Wow, a prince,” Freya remarked. Then she frowned. “No. Royal families have so many rules. There’s no way I can do that. I want to make my own decisions, and I like my freedom. Scratch him.”

Even if Emily truly held a noble identity, what right did she have to strip others of what they earned? All I wanted was fairness. When Claude realized I had no intention of bowing my head, his gaze turned vicious. He studied me for a moment. Then he turned, lowering his head respectfully toward Emily. "Emily, the right to bathe in the Sacred Spring will be yours this time. Please forgive the disrespect shown by our pack." A chill rushed through me. I ground my teeth, my voice shaking with restrained rage.