Rey Skywalker Rule 34 Novels & Stories

Kayo’s tails ignite, nine suns in a row. Kayo: “Try and separate us. I dare the universe.” Remy stands, pulling me with him, braids swinging, eyes molten gold. Remy: “Coyote Club rule number three: Pack stays pack. End of discussion.” He steps into the circle first. The burned letters flare gold around his name. One by one we follow. Seras. Lucian. Kayo. Rowan. I’m last. I step over the line and the ground hums under my bare feet like it recognizes its queen.

Easton said with a grunt, glaring at Maverick. “How will they all follow the rules? They look quite… wild,” Sadie said, glancing at the teenagers having fun. “The rules are made by Aurora. They’ll follow any rule personally given by Aurora because she hardly gives rules,” Layla said. “So she’s practically restricting them and forcing rules on them? She doesn’t want them to fall in love and remain old and bitter just like she is?” Alec asked in a mocking tone. Both Easton and Kael looked ready to tear apart his body, but Layla didn’t even flinch. It was very clear now that the beta of Moonlight Pack hated Aurora and Easton with every drop of blood in his body.

Skyla gaped at the sky homing the full moon and said in her mind, "Oh Moon Goddess! I can't let anyone else force themselves on me! I am already violated by Matt and Adam Uncle, if I get violated again, I will kill myself!" After the little maid was done taking the knife out of the bedroom, she returned to the master bedroom. Clearing her throat, the strappy maid ordered, "Blindfold her! Quickly! Our Alpha mighy be arriving at any moment!" The little maid nodded and took the black blindfold from the table.

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?”

Maya had exactly three rules for survival, and Ethan Walsh was breaking every single one of them. Rule One: Don't let anyone get close enough to hurt you. Rule Two: Never depend on someone you can't walk away from. Rule Three: Trust your instincts when they scream danger. And right now, watching Ethan repair the porch railing with his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that had no business looking that capable, every instinct she had was screaming. Just not the kind of danger she was used to.

"And while you've been punished for the first two, you still need to be punished for the third." I swallowed hard, feeling sick to my stomach. "What rule?" I croaked, and Ashley extended her hand to another girl, who placed a pair of scissors in her palm. My blood ran cold. "First rule, do not walk away while an elite is speaking to you. Second rule, do not talk back at an elite. Third rule: bottom feeders are not allowed to dye their hair or wear any accessories," she said, and I shuffled backwards, attempting to free myself from my restraints.

Butterflies quickly filled my stomach at the way my name sounds so adorable when coming out of his alluring lips. “There are 3 major rules I will be needing you to follow, Mate.” he ordered. Is it just me but the way he added the word ‘mate’ seems like, if I dared go against his so-called rules- I’m sure dead? “Rule one- Never on any circumstances leave this mansion without my consent. Rule two- Never show or give what’s rightfully mine to another man if not you are only digging his grave. Rule three- Never try to take advantage of the fact that you are my mate and do something you know, I know, we both know I detest, Mate.”

Before I even had the time to process anything, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. “Yes…just like that.” His growls sent continuous heat down my core and my thighs shivered involuntarily. Using my left hand, I tried to slide in a finger but he yanked it back, eyes hooded. “You are not allowed to touch yourself, Aurora.” He shot me a warning glare. “That pussy is mine till I say otherwise. Do you understand?” I tried to moan but my lips were stretched around his member, gagging uncontrollably as he forced himself deeper.

Later that night, after he had bred me two more times, Aiden introduced another rule. He made me kneel in front of him while he sat on the couch. “Rule number three,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “When I’m working during the day, you will wear a plug and wait for me like a good boy. Your only focus is staying ready for Daddy’s cock.” I nodded weakly, still floating from the last orgasm. Aiden smiled and pulled me into his lap, keeping me full on his softening cock. “You’re mine now, Kai Voss. The sooner you accept that completely, the better it will feel.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I held his gaze. "I'll leave a sweater on your chair." "That works," he said, a low rumble of approval in his chest. "Rule three?" "Rule three is about Layla Ayra Ewart," I said, bringing up the northern Alpha’s daughter he had mentioned earlier. "If I am stepping in to ruin her marriage treaty, she is going to come after me. The Ewart pack is ruthless. I need to know you have my back. I need access to your security details. I will not walk around your territory blind."