Rule Them All Novels & Stories

She swallowed, her body suddenly remembering its previous weakness. "No, you are not." Rebekah grasped her face. "You are not." "What would getting married to him do? It would only turn mother against him and she could hurt him even more." "Depends on when she finds out about it." Rebekah grinned. "Have you been gone so long you have forgotten the custom of your own home?" "What are you talking about." "Polygamy is forbidden here, especially in the royal family. They see it as a sure way to ensure an heir is produced. So female or male, royals are only allowed one husband. You can't marry another while your first is still alive."

That is what loyalty is, for most: the rearrangement of facts around the shape of a beloved voice. When she rises, the council will see a leader. The nobles will see a rival. The Progenitor will see an heir. I will see, finally, the obedient storm I ordered from a thousand small weathers. Five days, and the world stops fiddling with rumor and earns its proper noun.

I finally scared Brucer; she was submissive but it is not in love. I couldn't control the desire to usurp Brucer. My father's king forced me to choose between the throne and her. Because the leading wolf must not marry between brothers and sister, even if it is not your brother. The rules for the head must not be broken. I don't want a choice. I must have Brucer, to have Brucer oblige the throne to be mine.

April was no longer white, Lucian Sadharthe had declared her like that, and she had to obey. “Now you’re under my rules, April, you’re under the Son of Hades’s rules. And that is why I offer you a way out, revenge against those who clouded your beautiful eyes but above all, I offer you to be the lady of this place in exchange for your help. What do I want? I need more than a translator. I need a lady that doesn’t need to be saved by her charming prince, I need someone who can carry her promises in one hand and point with a gun with the other, what do you say, April? What do you say now, are you willing or not?”

Tension seemed to follow the two of them a lot, lingering in the sidelines to rear its head given even the smallest of opportunities and it didn’t give Adira a great deal of confidence for the two of them working together with any great success. “Listen,” Braxton spoke after a couple of minutes, “I don’t know what kind of relationship your family had with Camden but he will only buy into those kinds of relationships if he has something to gain from them. Even getting into the pack…it’s not about relationships, Adira, it’s about transactions. It’s about what he needs or wants and how he can get it.” Adira looked confused as she tried to process this information, “He was around all the time wh

The bound players were taken away like this, and the remaining players immediately behaved, not daring to provoke the celestial lady any further. In the world of immortal cultivation, sect rules were strict, and disrespecting those of higher rank was a severe offense. These players evidently hadn't adapted yet, thinking they could casually approach an NPC and ask for quests. This was the authentic world of immortal cultivation, where order was clear, and there was a clear distinction between rank and status. After the intervention of the Disciplinary Hall, the scene immediately quieted down, and no one dared to speak out of turn, afraid of being subjected to forced labor as well.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

The game became more intense. Every time he scored, he gave me that irritating little smile. Every time I scored, I celebrated just to annoy him. Finally, I managed to get another point. "Yes!" I raised my arms. Damien laughed. "You're celebrating too early." I pointed the paddle at him. "If I beat you, you have to get me whatever I want." He raised an eyebrow. "And if I win?" I hesitated. "You tell me." His eyes held mine. "If I win, I get to do what I want with you, right here.”

She had held a grudge ever since then, and now she had finally found a way to retaliate. "That's awful, Yvonne! He's completely out of line! How could he bully the residents just because he's a firefighter!" In that instant, everyone in the group chat broke out into a flurry of discussion. "Oh my! How could this firefighter act like a thug?" "You really can't judge a book by its cover! I mean, he seems so decent and professional!" "He's abusing his authority! He's on a power trip and needs to be dealt with!" "You don't have to be scared of him, Yvonne. We've got your back! You must make him pay for the damages!"

If the legend is to be believed, then it says A girl of Auburn hair shall rise And reign above us all, on her Eighteenth year upon this earth she Will be the one true ruler, with ………….. There will be no more leading pack, no pack above another. All will be restored; all will Become one once more. The middle part was missing, though, so we don’t know who with. But we know if we allow this auburn-haired girl to rise, never will the power return to us.