Rule 130 Rules Of Court

Overpowered by the strong hands who grabbed her by the hair and pulled her along, dragging her into a dark room that recks of urine and cigarettes. Hurled her inside. His hands still gripping her hair and not doubt if he let go, some strands of hair would fall of. Undeniably, the pains were suffocating. When she stares at his dark eyes, the only thing she saw was darkness. “Let go, let go of me you bastard!” She spit out. That only made his mighty five fingers appear on her face. Which sent her head spinning on her neck. He made her kiss the earth. And slowly breathed in her face. “Your life ends here....” his voice was deep baritone and cruel and that was when she felt the shivers down her spine. How did the nerdy Elina find her way into the merciless billionaire’s court?

A wall was created by angles dividing the world into two. One for mortals and one for immortals. the wall should never be crossed" a rule was passed on for generations. centuries passed... suddenly one day a MUTE girl Zia unintentionally ends up on the other side of the wall but she meets a kind and powerful vampire on the other side which changes her life. She slowly travels revealing more secrets of her birth and also the wall and war.

Dominica Falcon, a Senator's rebellious daughter, wants to identify who should trust or not in a world full of cruelty and torture. And meeting Alesandro Estevan, the blue-eyed hot devil in human form made it more intense for her to live the life she always wanted... no rules, no limit. And crying to be release is the only choice to be free.

Just for brushing against the hem of Eva Lawson, the heiress’s custom couture gown, Lucy Quinn's mother had her limbs broken, then thrown into the sea to die. The day Lucy dragged the arrogant heiress to court she thought that justice might finally be served. Eva was declared not guilty. Why? Because the defense attorney representing her was none other than Wyatt Grant, founder of the most untouchable law firm in River City, and Lucy Quinn’s husband. When the trial ended, the elegant and aloof man stepped down from the defense table and placed an apology letter in front of Lucy. "Lulu, sign it. You don’t want to be sued for defamation and end up in prison, do you?" His tone was calm and coaxing, but behind the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze was cold as ice. Lucy, tears stubbornly clinging to her eyes, looked up at him and said with a trembling voice, "Why, Wyatt, Why?"

Behind velvet curtains and gilded balconies, the opera is more than a performance. It's a hunting ground, a court of monsters disguised as patrons and benefactors. When a masked nobleman claims her talent as his own, Lyria is drawn into a world where music is power, restraint is survival, and desire is the most dangerous temptation of all. The longer Lyria remains under his protection, the more she awakens. Her body responds to hungers she does not yet understand and her are dreams invaded by a silver-eyed predator who promises freedom instead of restraint. As the opera's beauty curdles into something predatory, Lyria must decide what she is willing to become to survive it. The stage is watching. The city is listening. And once the blood sings, it cannot be silenced. TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature themes and content intended for adult audiences (18+) Reader discretion is advised. It includes moments of violence, sexual content and dark erotic elements, manipulation, obsession, and emotional power dynamics.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

When struggling Chloe Quinn agrees to fake engagement with the billionaire Jake Wolfe, she thinks she knows the rules, play the perfect fiancée, smile for press, and walk away with a pay check. But Jake isn’t just cold he is heart broken and behind Chloe’s smile is a secret of her own.

*There was one rule: No dating each other's brothers.* For Layla, this rule was difficult to follow. She had secretly crushed on her best friend's brother, Asher Creed, for years. When Layla tries to pull her attention away from Asher and onto a new guy, she ends up sleeping with the off-limits brother. This amazingly, horrible event pushes them into a secret affair that neither of them can break off. Layla knew hiding behind her best friend's back was horrible, but her feelings for Asher were stronger than the ones gnawing at her. But the deeper Layla gets into her web of lies, the more difficult it becomes to let him go when he disappears from her life completely. Being left confused and heartbroken was all on her, and all because she couldn't follow one simple rule. Trying and failing to move on from him, she comes face-to-face with Asher Creed seven years later and she's still mad over the guy. Will she be able to forgive and forget? Or, will her broken heart and matured thoughts keep him away this time? ONE NIGHT OF SIN SHORT SEX STORIES COLLECTION.

Axel leans down, his breath brushing against my ear. At first, he bites lightly, just enough to make my breath hitch. Then, his voice slips into a whisper, “I’ll give you a warning, Hazel." He says so slowly and deeply. And then he continues, "Don’t ever raise your hand at me again. Do you understand?” I force myself to look up at him. I don’t know where the strength comes from, but I manage to say, “Or what, Axel? What are you going to do?” His eyes darken, something sharp flashing behind them. For a second, I can’t tell if I’ve shocked him, impressed him, or made him furious. ****** The Don is a strong, cold, powerful man. His voice alone makes men tremble. Ruthless. Powerful. Precise. Commanding. He thinks he can control me.....own me. But he’s wrong. I’m not one of his mistresses, not another woman he can use and discard when he’s done. he can’t contain. He might rule the Morelli empire, but he’ll never rule me.

One organization; five merciless women. Behind their innocent faces hide their true identities. They can kill without feeling guilty. Mercy? It has never been in their vocabulary. There's only one rule to keep you alive; OBEY & NEVER BETRAY. You have been warned. Welcome to Atrómitos Orgánosí ! I am Quennie Rose Rado, also known as BOMBER. "Tick. Tack. Tick. Tack. Time's up, darling."