Saga Anderson Rule 34 Novels & Stories

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“You guys sure do have a lot of stupid rules.” “Every pack has its rules; Bloodfang Pack is no different, but our way of life and our rules are different from the rest of the world,” she shrugs, finding nothing wrong with the absurd rules they have. “I need to prepare you for the council.” She gets up and disappears through a door that leads to the bathroom. Sage stares at the wall for a long moment, jaw tight. How is he going to get the fuck out of here before his head is chopped off because of some ridiculous rules?

Anderson Silva stood with his chin propped up while watching the news about vampires. Some main roads had been closed in Brooklyn. His brow furrowed when he realized that Horus had conducted a test violating the law. "Sir?" said Heather when she came into Anderson's room. Anderson still hadn't glanced at Heather, who had been standing for a few minutes. She was starting to get annoyed. This boss is extraordinary. He's handsome, but he's such a strange person. "Sir?" Heather repeated it, but Anderson immediately raised his hand to stop her from talking.

Caleb muttered and the older woman swallowed her saliva. She wasnt stupid, and that was why she had lasted in the mansion for that long. The very first rule for every single worker in the Anderson mansion was that no one was allowed into Nate’s space for three people, the butler, his granddaughter and herself. Everyone else was forbidden from stepping their feets into his room which was more like a mini apartment inside the house.

It is the booty call agreement. "Come over..." He motions towards the table. Once being on his side, he wastes no time talking, "Why don't we break all the rules that bind the agreement before we call it quits except the last two." My eyes skim the rules we made and signed in front of a notary. I read them. Rule 1: Never spend the night together Rule 2: Purely sexual relationship, nothing more. Rule 3: Never talk about the agreement with third parties. Rule 4: No public interaction. We are strangers to the outside world.

I wasn't even done settling our scores. Over the next few days, everyone gossiped about Nathan on the college forums. "I heard Nathan was disqualified." "What I heard was that he had one too many drinks and signed marriage papers with Cordelia at a club." "Exactly. And now that his father-in-law is behind bars, he failed the background check. They voided all his assessment results." "Serves him right! I heard he dumped his girlfriend of four years just so he could climb the social ladder. This is instant karma!"

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.

In its place: a new note. Rule fifteen: Next time, aim for the heart. – A I touched my lips. They were swollen. 354 days. Rule twelve broken by Marco. Rule one broken by us. And rule zero, the one written in blood on the library floor: Alessandro De Santis will start wars for what’s his.

“I need to know and it’s important. If you don’t want to tell me, you’ll have to answer some questions. First, if you sent someone back in time, how can you be sure that the same person will come to you and warn you about the future?” “I am not sure about that. I don’t know why you’re asking me but I’ll answer you. According to the books left by my father, the Regression ability has three rules. First, there must be a sacrifice. Second, the recipient of the memories. Third, the Sigma. The three of them die. One of them return in time. The Sigma doesn’t know anything because the memories he is supposed to have are with the recipient. So if the recipient doesn’t come forward, it will be hard t

“AND IN YOUR OFFICE!” “Woooow,” Andrew fake whined, leaning across the table with a grin of satisfaction. “Someone has finally come undone.” “I have not come undone,” I protested. “I am still in control.” “I don’t believe that for one second,” he replied. “If that were true, you would have told us after you’ve cleaned up the mess.” “I think this is good for you,” Alisha chimed in. “You can be so uptight with these rules. Rules are meant to be broken on occasion.” Andre’s nodding showed that he was in agreement with her.