Freya Nelson Is His Rule Novels & Stories

“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.”

Emily screamed in terror, "No. No, please. I don't want this! Don't cast me out. I'll go to a small pack. I'll live quietly, I swear!" My uncle sneered. "You no longer have that choice. You destroyed the rest of your life with your own hands. Now you will bear the consequences of what you've done." Claude stood off to the side, sweat soaking through his clothes. His knees trembled as he stepped toward me. "I'm sorry, Ariel…" I let out a quiet scoff. "Claude, the higher your rank, the heavier the responsibility that comes with it. I hope you remember that as an Alpha, the very first lesson you should learn is fairness. And just as important, you must learn to respect every member of your pack

He asked Freya who was still recovering from the fright. Rule one. Rule one. Rule one. Freya thought earnestly. "You will remain my slave and you will do every thing I ask you to do. You will obey no man but me. That's rule number one." She recalled the words. "I shall obey no man but you." She said, trembling. "Are you aware that you just broke the rule?" He was so close to her that his presence was intimidating. She couldn't find her lost breath, and she has never felt this scared of him before.

I subconsciously rushed to the door, my hand already gripping the cold doorknob. I was already running the rescue procedures in my head. I could break down that door in 15 seconds as long as I used my breaching tools. I was just about to turn the doorknob when I recalled Mom's wailing from the phone call, condemning me for being a disgrace to the family. I also remembered the image of the formal reprimand notice vividly, along with Tanya's message in the group chat about teaching a lesson to those who abused their power through their positions.

"We need to establish some new rules in this house. Things are going to change starting right now." He leaned even closer. Freya could feel his warm breath on her skin. He moved his face toward her hair, and she felt a shiver go down her spine. "Rule number one," he said. "No talking to each other unless it is necessary. No asking personal questions. And never enter my private space. I do not talk with the people who work for me." "I am not your worker!" Freya tried to interrupt.

Then he steps back, turns, and walks into the dawn. He doesn’t look back. He doesn’t need to. Because the sky just changed rulers, and it did it without a single drop of our blood spilled after the fight was over. Remy pulls me close, mouth against my temple. Remy (soft, proud): “Coyote Club rule number eleven: When the old kings kneel, you don’t take their throne. You make them regret they ever needed one.” I laugh until I can’t breathe. Above us, the new constellation pulses once (like a heartbeat).

"Don't ever think about using R20 on me. You’re in my place and can’t escape if you do. Even if you controlled me one day, you can’t manipulate all of Yudonia. However, if you obey me, I'll reward you when I rule the world." Rhea was shocked as she glanced at him and nodded. "I won't disobey you, Your Grace." She never expected Fred to want to rule the world. She wanted to change humanity and advance civilization through her research, but she had never considered ruling the world. Rhea knew throwing the world into chaos was easy, but controlling it would be a tall order. ‘How can he control so many people over a vast territory?’ Rhea cared more about fame. She wanted to shock the world, even

They're going to get punished for this, you know? Frederick sneered back at him. "You're lecturing us about the rules? Of course, we know about the rules. Unfortunately, no one from the enforcers is here, so no one can help you. That said, if you're that skilled, you can just beat us all up. Then, all of us will be under your control, right?"

“Do you accept the duties of the Goddess-chosen mate of the blood-chosen Luna Queen of the Forest Kingdom, to become the Goddess-chosen Alpha King of the Forest Kingdom?” “I do,” I say firmly. A Priestess places a crown on my head, but the Scepter of Rule, according to tradition, will remain with Lyra since she is the blood heir to the throne. “The Head of Rule is passed,” Reliquin declares. It’s a relief to know that Assanan is finally stripped of his title and relegated to the dredges where he belongs. Freyja rises, and I look into the eyes of my beautiful mate, now ruler of this land.

“I don’t care if you try to sleep around like a promiscuous dog, but Elena will be your priority and you will treat her as such.” I nod obediently. “You see? That wasn’t so bad, was it? In the end, we both get what we want. Freya will be set free, and you resume your duties as future alpha.” He chuckles to himself. “I have my own conditions as well.” I interject his happy moment. He pauses and looks at me again, smiling. “Of course, go on.” “You will put Freya back into her normal class room and no longer watch her. No harm will come to her in any way as well, and she will be compensated for every discomfort she experinced.”