Saga Anderson Rule 34 Novels & Stories

Milagros leaned back against the couch and drew in a breath. “This needs rules. Boundaries. Clear conditions.” She opened a new document. The heading came on its own. FICTITIOUS RELATIONSHIP AGREEMENT BETWEEN AYDEN CASTELL AND MILAGROS SAAVEDRA And she began to write. The attorney’s voice resurfaced with firmness. The memory of the wounded woman set the rhythm of her pulse. “Clauses that hurt him… the way he hurt me.” The first line came without hesitation. Clause 1 — Any physical contact without prior authorization is strictly prohibited.

He spreads his arms along the back like he’s claiming territory. “Should I be taking notes on this legislation?” “Rule one: no women. Period. End of discussion.” “Already jealous? We’ve been roommates for twelve hours.” I ignore his smirk. “Rule two: no unauthorized exits. Rule three: no mysterious phone calls. Rule four: no suspicious meetings. This apartment is now Fort Knox.” He stretches his legs out, all lazy confidence and dangerous muscle. “That’s actually three separate rules, but who’s counting?” “Rule five: keep your hands off my belongings.”

"We need to decide what Aegis is before we decide who leads it." Leon stood. "Then we need rules." I smiled. "You already have one." "We need more." The three of them moved to the large table. I watched as Atlas opened a fresh notebook. He wrote the first rule. Protect people. Never own them. Then he added a second. Never recruit anyone through coercion. Selene suggested the third: No mission is more important than a life. Leon thought for a moment before adding the fourth: Members protect one another, but nobody becomes untouchable.

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE Rule Four: Be At My Bed By 8 Everyday Alarick sped to Leanda and grabbed her hand forcefully, he moved swiftly and pinned her to the wall, restricting her movement, “Rule number three; do not talk back at me. You keep to this, or you die!” He growled

Opened a file. There. Buried in metadata. J3. The same designation. My blood went cold. "Whoever controls J3 altered our contract." Lucian nodded. "And used Andrew's old authorization." Margaret stared at the ledger. "J3 isn't a person." Everyone looked at her. She'd gone pale. "What?" "Catherine once mentioned a third-stage authorization." "Phase Three?" "Yes." "Then what is J3?" Margaret looked at Lucian. "A failsafe."

Feminism rule number 34, instill fear in your predators, let them know you know their weakness and know that you cannot be messed with. "So now, let's make a deal", I said sitting comfortably on the chair in front of the table. "You let the two of them go, and maybe, just maybe, you get to live till tomorrow morning ".

On the table were the 274 rules of the Anderson family. She didn't know what the man was thinking to create 274 rules. Was he a genius? But Lalisa could tell with just a glance that these were special rules for her. Because the first rule was — [Without the consent of Party A, Party B is not allowed to expose any part of their body to others, regardless of gender.] Party B was her; Party A was Louis. This man had such a possessive nature. And he even came up with rules like this. To prove her purity for a whole week seemed extremely long, but how could she prove that she wasn't pregnant? She couldn't even get a doctor's certificate.

He then read the third rule. 3. Part B isn't allowed to fall in love with Part A in any situation. Giving a subtly narrowed eye, he interrogated, "What about Party A? Did you already fall for me?" She scoffed, "Never!" "You can't rule the natural feelings. What if you regret it later?" He dictated and struck that rule. "Huh?" Abby was annoyed. 4. Party B shouldn't rule Party A to where to stay, and Party B has no right to order Party A.

He knew I meant about the manner of him invoking the rule of three, but he did not want to answer. “He knew I was planning on invoking the rule of three,” he said suddenly, rolling onto his side to face me and taking a lock of my hair between his fingers, letting it run free and fall. “Because we argued, he demanded I do it in a way that was unfair to you, and I am sorry for that, Ecaeris.” Then he laughed. “- I’m probably lucky that I did do it that way, or you might have made it impossible to get through the rites. That had to be one of the hardest proposals in Fae history.”

Voice low and deliberate. The thirty days are gone. You chose to stay. That choice is permanent now. So we rewrite the rules. He picked up a single sheet of thick cream paper from the table. No fancy contract. Just his handwriting. Clean. Sharp. Rule one. You exist for my pleasure. Your orgasms, your pain, your tears, your laughter, your sleep, your hunger, every breath belongs to me. You don’t come without permission. You don’t touch yourself without permission. You don’t speak without permission when we’re in scene. Outside of scene you may ask questions. You may say no to anything that crosses your hard limits from the original list. But those limits are the only walls left.