Rey Skywalker Rule 34 Novels & Stories

Rule three had been broken. Again. He stepped down onto the grass, his voice like ice. “You used the master bath.” Aurora turned. Said nothing. But her gaze lifted to his without fear. “That’s in the East Wing,” he continued. “You broke the rule.” She tilted her head. “There are no exceptions,” he bit out. Her hands moved slowly. Then punish me. His spine went rigid. His control snapped. She knew about the camera. About the watching. About him. —

Why was he so perfect? Maya was internally fanning her heated skin to cool herself off. Her insides were tingling with anticipation and excitement and it didn't seem possible that just moments ago she'd thought about throwing caution to the wind and jumping into his embrace. And now she felt nervous, flustered, and uncertain. "Three rules, Maya. He spoke slowly, capturing her gaze with his, "I have just three rules." She nodded, urging him to go on. "One," He pressed his forehead against hers, "You can never tell anyone about us, never."

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

Skai’s POV Days passed, and I hadn't been able to find any information. My right leg above the other as I swivelled in the chair. Staring at the ceilings, I remembered the six rules engraved within my memory like a scribe on a parchment. Do not assume anything Do not trust any individual Stay within your core Maintain your cover Do not look behind you, you're never alone Blend in, go with the flow Gradual, deliberately and measured. My moves - It's like a wave, no matter how it tries, it'll always crush against the rock at the shore. Because that rock?

“That means no touching unless absolutely necessary for appearances.” One of Damien’s brows lifted, and amusement flickered across his face. “You make it sound like I’m already planning to seduce you, Sunshine.” She ignored the nickname, keeping her expression impassive. “Rule three: This ends exactly after a year. No extensions, no loopholes, no complications.” His smirk widened slightly, but something in his gaze turned calculating. He studied her for a beat before nodding. “I can agree to those terms. You’re making this easier than I expected.”

“Good. And third...” She leaned in slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What’s the third rule?” “No emotional attachments. This is purely for show. We don’t get involved in each other’s personal lives. Got it?” Savannah nodded. That seemed easy enough. She wasn’t interested in getting emotionally entangled with Cassian Blackwood. Not that it would even be possible, right? He was a mystery, untouchable and cold, someone who didn’t let anyone in. “Got it,” she said.

he let out a dry laugh and pulled the metal tag out. I flipped it to one side and showed him what was engraved on it: Ryder J. Williams. If lost return to Kara. “Just in case you ever get lost in the sea again, they’ll know what to do with you,” I said, and he laughed. Then I flipped the tag to the other side and revealed another message. Rule Number 4. Fuck rule number 1 to 3. We'll love each other until the end. I thought it was a clever message. It was a throwback to the rules we made up when we first got together. Ryder’s eyes widened in shock as he read it, and a smile was forming on his face.

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

his jaw tightened, “…there need to be rules.” Ava’s pulse skipped a beat, but that feeling in her stomach was gone. Tristan’s eyes iced over— subtly, but noticeably. “What kind of rules?” Tristan asked. Xander’s gaze sharpened. “Simple. Clear. Non-negotiable rules.” Ava didn’t like the sound of that. Xander lifted a finger. “Rule one. Nothing happens without me present.” Tristan’s expression shifted— irritation flickering, controlled but visible. Ava swallowed. “Xander…”

“Rule number three: Your body, your voice, your loyalty, they belong to me. Entirely. If you disobey, I punish you. If you please me, I reward you.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Rule number four: No other man. Not their eyes, not their words, not their hands. You smile at them, you thank them, you breathe too close to them, and I’ll remind you who you belong to.” I swallowed hard. I couldn’t breathe. “Rule number five,” Brayden whispered, his hand sliding between my thighs, possessive, “Every night, without exception, you will open yourself to me. Your body is my right. My property.”