Kratos Rule 34 Novels & Stories

The pierced slut rubbed his nipples again, twisting gently, while another slut a newcomer with straight auburn hair slid her hand onto his back, caressing the length of his spine down to join the ass squeezes. Sweat beaded on Kian's forehead, his body humming with denied need. The sluts' hands never stopped rubbing, caressing, claiming turning the hotel bar into their private domain. He sipped his scotch with a trembling hand, the ice clinking like a distant echo, as the night promised to linger in this exquisite torment.

It was their code and as barbaric as they can get, they never ever break this. Now in silence, they completed the rest of their nine rules. Each of them sat wherever they pleased and was in deep thought over their three individual rules. "Rule #3: The first one to spot target spends the entire day with her." Javier said. "Bullshit." the two others called. Now it was a rule that if 2/3rds of them did not like the rule made, it could be altered, if not, however, it would remain absolute. Javier chuckled,"What? You two should actually just go to school early."

“Any rules?” He shrugged before replying. “I believe we are all mature. No expensive play that’ll possibly cause drowning and violence is prohibited.” Bobbing my head to show I understood, I returned my gaze to Maxwell, cracked my head and fingers before exclaiming. “Let’s begin!” “I’m going to show y’all who is boss,” Maxwell screamed and hauled himself onto the Unicorn’s back, causing it to dip violently. He windmilled his hands and stayed on. “And that's how it's done.”

I'm just glad that Jacob didn't loose himself after that tragic rejection. "The bonds between mates are too strong. I don't know about your sister if she feels the same way. But anyway, since it's too strong and once you broke the bond between the two of you, the rejector will suffer a consequences. Mates are born for each other and by breaking it, you are against the law and you will be punished." "W-What is the punishment? What kind of consequences?" I asked nervously. It took a long time before aunt Divina spoke. The longer she didn't speak, the more nervous my hands sweated. "What kind of punishment?" I asked again impatiently.

“Two weeks. My rules. You do what I say, when I say it. Then, three months no pay. After that, we talk salary. Agreed?” Annabel swallowed, nodding. “Agreed.” His eyes roamed her face, then down to her hands. “You don’t look convinced.” She met his gaze, forcing a small smile. “I don’t have a choice, do I?” “Good answer,” he said, smirking. “We start tomorrow.” They spoke a few more minutes details, times, rules. She barely heard half of it; her mind was elsewhere. On the bills. On the empty fridge. On the way her life was folding in on itself.

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

KILLIAN POV I have three rules in my life. 1. Show everyone why I am the Alpha of this pack. 2. Keep control. Always. 3. Never, ever, touch the girl who ruined my life. But the moment I saw her, heard her desperate, filthy moans of my name, rule number three vanished. I wanted to take over wherever her fingers were buried. Replace them. Punish her with them. I wanted to bury my cock so deep inside her that she felt me for weeks.

Lucian felt disgusted by the image. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. For an instant, the great Mr. Sadharthe didn’t know what to do. His eyes, his gestures, his body… his entire body stopped. It was like the image had injected him with a dose of sedative. It was obvious, that image that he imagined not to ever see again was in front of his eyes. But now that he had the opportunity to change all that he couldn’t before, Lucian decided to act. He allowed himself to feel all that hatred and then, when his body acted by hatred before conscience, Lucian Sadharthe threw himself at the man who was on top of April while she was begging for help. When the manager realized that someone had inde

Look away, cupcake. Do not say Ryder Dane’s name. Do not— I stopped reading. There were thirty rules, where about twenty of them were about Ryder and how he belonged to Chrissy. “What other supposed rule did I break?” Chrissy lifted a hand and stabbed a finger over rules 9 and 10. No talking or touching Ryder Dane. “Well, come to think of it. You broke three.” “You are literally the most unhinged person I’ve met.” And that was saying a lot, as I’ve dealt with my fair share of crazy. “And you really expect everyone to follow these dumb rules?”

"Don't make me angry, okay?" Still, there was no response, which only fueled Sam's passion and anger even more. "Answer!" Sam demanded, his voice thundering. It was terrifying and caused Beatrice to quickly nod. That made Sam smile with satisfaction, but he still didn't release his grip. There was one more thing he needed to emphasize to Beatrice. "Third rule," Sam said. This time he spoke with commanding eyes. It was not to be questioned, and Beatrice knew that if she violated it, severe punishment would follow. What exactly it was, Beatrice didn't know.