Novel & Cerita Rey Skywalker Rule 34

They maneuvered Jamie out, Mei going with them. The door shut. Silence. For a long, breathless moment, it was just Lyra and Aiden and the heavy, humid air of a room that had seen too many versions of the same fight. “You broke your own rule,” Aiden said eventually. “No small rooms with me.” “You disobeyed a direct order and left your floor,” she shot back. “We’re both very bad at rules today.” He huffed a breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. “Ren texted you,” he said. “About Phase Three.”

I thought of the medical bills multiplying in my mailbox like a terminal disease. I picked up the pen and signed my name. "Rules," Reya stated, standing up to signify the end of our meeting. "Learn them tonight, because nobody is going to repeat them to you. One: You don't ask for names. Anyone. Ever. Two: You serve, you smile, and you forget. Three: The main floor is your territory. The second floor is invitation-only."

“No real feelings.” Something flickered in his eyes, but his voice was steady. “Agreed.” Rule two. “This ends the second the scandal dies.” “Unless ending sooner weakens you,” he countered smoothly. I glared. “Fine. Temporary. But only until I decide I don’t need this anymore.” His lips curved the faintest bit. “You’ll find I don’t cling.” I ignored the heat creeping up my neck. “And rule three: I am not your property. You don’t get to order me around outside of… appearances.”

As we walked further, we realized there's different sections for each person with a wide space and desk. “Listen up. Kathy rules. One, key cards track your hours. Two, no guests without approval, three, whatever you shoot here belongs to Golden lens and four, you miss quota, you lose the space.” We listened carefully. Then he passed key cards to all of us. “These are all your cards for your studios. You own one each. That's the privilege of being winners. You all have the rest of the afternoon to get to know each other better.”

“Scared you’ll miss me if we fight and I die?” “I’ll throw your body at the enemy as warning.” “Romantic.” “Practical.” I sighed, already regretting everything but also feeling strangely happy. “If the two of you come with me, there will be rules.” Both of them groaned at the same time. I pointed at them. “Rule one, no killing my people unless I approve it. Rule two, no threatening my commanders during meals. Rule three, no using Alpha aura to win arguments with accountants. Rule four, if either of you starts a fight in my headquarters because someone looked at me too long, I will personally lock you in separate rooms and feed you paperwork until you cry.”

"Rule one: You do not leave this estate without me. Rule two: You do not speak to the other males of the pack unless I am present. Rule three..." He paused, his eyes flashing a sudden, brilliant gold. He flipped me over with a fluid, feline grace, pinning me beneath him. He was heavy, a solid weight that made me gasp. "Rule three: You are mine. Every inch of skin, every breath, every thought. If I find another man's scent on you, I won't just kill him. I will make you watch." "You're a monster," I breathed, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Thy beauty will be tainted, Covered by the dark clouds Thee will wish to elude the pain. Finding no way around to hide, Nature! Thine beauty will be forced to witness the terror that I Oucht to pall over, that will dwell with thee forever." Saying these phrases, the man walked over, grabbing the little cute child from his mother. The man lifted the child upward in the direction of the moon. "In the name holy Akeldama, I shall sacrifice thee, to fulfil my obligations towards my ancestors." The man held the child in his arms, bearing his fangs he took out an ancient dagger, looking at the fangs and those scary blood-colored eyes, the child screamed in fear his cries were being ignored, the la

The scent of him—rainfall, pine, and raw power—hit me like a physical wave. "It is not a job yet," he said softly. "It is a trial." He leaned down, his face inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him. "There are rules here, petite," he whispered. "Rule number one: You cook only for me. Rule number two: You never enter the West Wing." His eyes darkened, the blue swirling with something dangerous. "And Rule number three," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my pulse point. "Never go into the woods at night. There are... beasts... that roam these lands."

Before I could speak, he beats me to it and speaks his mind again. Watching how my smile fades, Jacob walks closer into me. "What's wrong, princess?" "It's okay, you're tired." It's alright to kill your desires sometimes, right? But...how much time do I have left with him before the war starts suddenly? "Don't make me read your mind now, Lesley. Say it." My eyes widen as I feel the pheromone shift in the air. Even if we're both alphas, Sky has to submit to him because of the gender as well. It's fucked up, but that's how the werewolf world works here.