Saga Anderson Rule 34 Novels & Stories

"First of all, Mr. Anderson will not avoid me, his wife, from now on. We shall eat together and sleep together, and he shall not make me unhappy." "The second rule is, Mr. Anderson will promptly return home on weekdays after the work hours end. Not a second late." "The third rule is, Mr. Anderson will not enter his study room, while at home, unless it is very urgent and important. He shall spend the whole day with me, his wife, being intimate and doing every other thing loving couples do." The lawyer cleared his throat while Ethan's eyes narrowed. "The fourth rule is, among all his priorities, Mr. Anderson must always put me, his wife, first. If I don't want you to go anywhere, you mustn't.

Three beds, a window with an actual view, and a bathroom Andrea claimed authority over by placing her toiletry bag on the shelf nearest the mirror before anyone else had put their bag down. “House rules,” she announced. “I need forty minutes in the morning. Non-negotiable.” Priya stared at her. “Forty minutes.” “I have a process.” “What process takes forty minutes?” Andrea gestured at herself from head to toe. “This. You’re welcome.” She sat on her bed and bounced once experimentally. “Not bad. Better than the Chicago conference. That mattress was a human rights issue.” Priya laughed. I sat on the edge of my own bed and unzipped my bag. Cassius had said tonight. I would wait until tonight.

Since they were ready to work together, Anderson stated, “Fine, but that will be on three conditions.” Sophia was disturbed that Anderson was going to make things more difficult for them but it was the only way. “What are they?” “I will check on you every morning before I leave for work and you are not allowed to wear make-up. If I see any new bruises, he signs the divorce papers,” Anderson said. He was very upset when he saw Tom again and wished to continue from where he stopped. “Fine and what are the remaining two?” Sophia asked.

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

I didn’t think I would want to start a conversation with him, but it could be necessary and unavoidable sometimes. “…we can talk then, I guess…” Hayden replied after a few seconds of thought. “Ok…then…anything else?” I asked. “Final rule. Rule number four, you will do everything that I ask you to no matter what, no matter when and no matter where you are,” Hayden stated slowly and clearly. …no matter what, no matter when and no matter where…isn’t that crazy? “I think the fourth rule is a little…bit much?” I asked, stating my opinion.

My mother had taught me about them as a child, but it had always been in the context of covens allying against the supernatural world. The rule of three appeared to be in play as the writing on the scroll shifted to something I could read. For every harmful action myself or Rhazian took against the Fae, it would return to use three-fold. Ultimately, my magic would result in our deaths if we broke the treaty. I wondered if my magic could even harm Rhaz. He had professed his immortality to me already after I witnessed him surviving a stake through his heart. He was certain that no one short of Apollo could kill him, and even Apollo’s ability to do so was in question.

He stated. If his next rule was anything like the first two, I could have sworn by grinding my teeth together that I would be toothless. He was purposefully inventing these regulations to conflict with my rules, as seen by the arrogant, self-assured smirk he wore. I bit my bottom lip to contain my laughter at the third rule: "Rule number three, you can't have any relationships till this crazy arrangement is over." Did he really believe that if I was capable of a real relationship, I wouldn't have asked him to pose as my boyfriend? The sour truth was absurd; it was profoundly sad but nevertheless absurd.

“Okay. Six, Never miss his match and always there in every inter or intra school games. She must not be shy She must smile and hold hands She must put effort to make him the best player with her photography club team and feature him in magazine and school activities She must support his team and She must do everything to bring down Elliot's team by opening an anonymous account to bring Elliot down after he manipulated her.” My eyes widened and I wanted to feel pity but I remembered all he had done so I clenched my jaws. “I like that one.” Now, reading the ‘Rules we mustn't break. “We don't have to make love anywhere that isn't school unless it's in front of both our parents. Must not develop

Chapter Eighteen Anderson sat in his office, his gaze fixed on the skyline as the city buzzed with life below. Despite the looming threat from the board, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. Agnes’s plan was bold, but it was exactly the kind of move he needed to shake things up and regain control of his company. The meeting with NovaTech was set for later in the week, and Anderson was determined to walk in prepared, armed with the leverage he needed to secure the deal on his terms.