Freya Nelson Is His Rule Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Baby, push my story forward. Change the whole narrative. Tell your club, convince them Trevor doesn't deserve it. Huh? Do this for me, please. In fact, let's buy votes. Because I know Trevor has an upper hand. Come on. Let's do this. Make me more popular. Please.” My brows fell worriedly as I thought over it.. “Pretty please. You know Trevor is a threat to students. If he wins, he'll do brutal things to even your club. That guy's unpredictable. Don't forget how bad he beat me up in junior year. I even heard he killed someone.” “What?!” My eyes widened and I sat properly. “Uh-huh. That's why he can't be king. He's evil.” “Damn.. that's crazy.” “See.” he pulled me back to his body and whisper

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

"Everything?" "Everything." Marcus studied my face for a long moment, like he was memorizing it, or maybe giving me one last chance to change my mind. Then he released my hair and stepped back. "Strip." The command sent electricity down my spine. "What?" "You heard me." His voice was pure authority now, edged with heat. "Strip. I want to see what I'm working with." My hands shook as I grabbed the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, dropping it on the pool deck. Marcus's eyes tracked the movement, then traveled slowly down my chest, my stomach, the obvious bulge in my jeans.

, he nods. "The public is a bit surprised that the CEO is the one breaking the rules himself. Well, we know you made the rules and you can decide to break it but we are really interested in knowing about your relationship with Miss Freya." He turns to stare at me in the crowd. All eyes follow his and fall on me and they begin to take pictures again. I smile. Andre smiles back. "We do not tell our heart who to love or who not to fall in love with. I made those rules but falling in love with Freya made those rules void, I could not help it when it came to my feelings for her. What's there not to love about my beautiful fianceé”

The aura he possessed at that point was that of a powerful ruler, a king. What his eyes searched for was absolutely nothing but what his thoughts held were inconceivable. He knew that this was the last time he was going to be a free man. He knew that the moment he leaves the mansion, his entire being would be dedicated to nothing else but the country. He is Nolan Armstrong, the Imperial ruler of the east, and a ruler he shall remain. It is his life, his heritage. His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside.

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.

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

“I won’t have to. I’ll save her before it comes to that.” “She might not want to be saved.” I walked away. --- Freya was sitting alone again, away from the fire. Her face was turned to the stars. I sat beside her. “I can hear him now,” she said softly. “Clearer than ever. He tells me things. Shows me what the world could be like… if we let him win.” “What does he show you?” I asked. “A world with no fear. No packs. No rules. Just power.” I stayed quiet.

It was a rule I had instilled in my men from the moment I took the reins of the family. I rose to my feet, my tailored suit a silent reminder of the power that coursed through my veins. "Mercy is for the weak, Luca. And you are weak. Weakness will not be tolerated in this family." With a flick of my wrist, Luca's fate was sealed. "Ken!" I barked at my second-in-command, my voice laced with disgust as I gazed at the worthless blood spreading across my tiles. "Clean up this mess, now!" Just then, my servant rushed in, phone in hand. "Boss, a call for you."

“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.