Saga Anderson Rule 34 Novels & Stories

"Some men just take their time and don't attack a carcass like ... a horde of hyenas." "Did he break the three-day rule?" Christian ignored her point completely. They all knew Xandra's rules when it came to their love affairs, they had already had to listen to them a hundred times on long and alcohol-ridden nights when she went on talking about some fool. If a guy didn't call within three days of a date, he'd forfeited her chance.

“Or, if I am, I’m judging myself just as harshly.” “Have you heard of the Rule of Three?” Shelley asks. Tom and I both shake our heads. “The Rule of Three, or the Threefold Law, says that whatever you put into the world will be returned to you threefold. I use my magic to do harm, knowing that if I do so with anger, or jealousy, or fear, or a desire for power then that negative energy will come back to me, some day, somehow. I will pay for my actions, for good or for ill.”

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

hastily, Beta Manro replied while shaking his head. “Since I was claimed by my mate already, should you not by now looking for a new Alpha’s Breeder? I should be free, right?” Andreitte asked, probing at something. “Ah, that is if your mate announced his claim over you and marry you, Miss Andreitte. With that, you will be freed as the current Alpha’s Breeder and we will find your replacement.” Andreitte knows it is the rule, but she asked anyway, hoping that the rule might be bent in a way. “Can that rule be bent a little somehow? He promised to marry me anyway.”

Not that he wanted to anyway, but it was just harmless speculation. "Fine, but you must follow the third rule I just added there,” Aztec said, as he signed the damn agreement. "What agreement?” Sandra asked when Aztec handed her the signed document with the third rule. "You need to cooperate with me and act like we are a loving couple,” Sandra scoffed, before adding, "easy peasy. Don’t worry about that. I am a good actress anyway, though I kinda worry for your Beatrice. Anyway, hand me the pen, would you?”

Naraja somehow succeeded in getting his right foot close enough to the face of the thing that had killed the dog a second ago, but the mysterious figure of blackness had seen through Naraja's last ditch effort and caught him by the foot that was inches away from its face. The figure of blackness had exhaled a long and hard exasperated sigh and just peered at Naraja. ???: "Really? That was your plan. Alright, let me tell you something before I kill you and the rest of these worthless things here. You are to take on 7 trials and only 7 trials. How you complete them depends entirely on you. And I'm gonna be leaving you a little gift as well."

His jaw tightened, not with judgment but with understanding. That was the moment I realized the second rule wasn’t broken by accident. He’d been aiming for it from the start. The Third Rule Trembles Rule three was the most sacred: No falling in love. It was written in ink, underlined twice, like we could actually control it. The night it started to crumble, the rain had been falling for hours, tracing frantic rivers down the windows of his penthouse. We were supposed to be going over the final revisions, but the power went out plunging us into a silence so thick I could hear my own heartbeat.

I say. He didn't answer me. He didn't agree to it. I wonder if he wants my third rule but the way he looks at me makes me think he doesn't want it but a part of me is in between of wanting and not wanting this. I'm doing this third rule for myself and not for him. "Savannah..." He exhales. "Leave. I've said my rule." I say sternly. __________ SFTC: Blue Eyes - Cary Brothers