The 50th Law Novels & Stories

Sylvia glanced at Michael, then back at me as something clicked in her mind. “Wait…” she said slowly, stepping closer. “Isn’t there a law… something about omegas who were once Lunas? That they can’t be added to the MTQ list? Neither them nor their families?” Her brows pulled together as she gently tapped against her forehead, “I can bet I read it somewhere… in one of those pack law textbooks…” For a moment, a small, fragile hope flickered in my chest… until Michael sighed. “Not omegas who were Lunas,” he said gently, his voice careful… almost apologetic. “It only applies to those who still are.”

"When I choose to love someone, I love them wholeheartedly. There won't be excuses. There won't be divided loyalties. I'll be faithful. I'll be devoted. I'll do everything I can for that person." I smiled. "The person I love now… is you." … On the day Shane and I got married, someone anonymously sent an incredibly expensive wedding gift, and alongside it was a letter. The writer had chosen a long sheet of paper, as if they had countless things they wanted to say. Yet in the end, there was only a single sentence: [I wish you happiness.] I smiled, then quietly set the letter aside. No matter how vivid a story once was, it would eventually become a part of the past.

Felt that? So what if one day, when fairy tales and happiness are too absurd for you, someone offered you-- Not a fairy god mother, not a witch, not genie, not a mist... but just someone who can make you happy, offering to make you feel it again. But of course nothing lasts forever. Only fifty five real happiness, real wishes. Once you feel happy for fifty five times, the ones who came to make you happy will be disappear like they never happened. You have to continue as if they never existed. Would you take it or would you leave the offer and find your own happiness?

I breathed in, trying not to get pissed. “I was in the fucking millitary, Alvah, I know what regular guns and regular bullets look like! So next time you want to lie to me you better make up some convincing bullshit! You're a lawyer, you can lie to other people I don't care but you can't lie to me!” “Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—”

I hardly dare to swallow while waiting for her to continue. "You see, once Mark couldn't keep the pack or the lands, he found an old law from way back, and no one had any knowledge about it. Once it was found, there was no other option for the council than to establish that the law was real, and in this case, Rawser has so many allies that even with several Alphas that have tried to get rid of the law, it's hopeless to keep trying. The law is staying," she explains, and I instantly wonder where I come into this picture. "What's the law?" I simply ask when she stops by the wall and leans her back against it, looking straight at me.

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq

Comments flooded the live chat. 'Is she dumb or what? Why isn't she grabbing the cash already? He's got HIV for god's sake!' 'Girl, it's 50 million. You don't need to worry for the rest of your life!' I kept my head low. My shoulders were trembling slightly. To Jesse Fleming, I seemed to be shaking from rage, but I was actually suppressing my laughter. Since he was about to die, all his wealth would eventually be mine. So why should I just walk away with 50 million?

“Be that as it may, the Council cannot allow a Luna to hold a pack. It sets a precedent. Others will try. The order we’ve maintained for three centuries will collapse.” “Good,” I say, and I mean it. “Because your order is a child in white linen with gold in her hair, waiting to be bled for men who call it holy. So here’s my offer. The Fifth Law ends today. No more executions. No more forced Claiming. The Kings keep their crowns, and I keep mine. We rule as five, not as four and a sacrifice.” The priests erupt. Shouting, cursing, one of them actually invoking gods I didn’t know they still believed in.

Catherine Mason looked at me in shock. “What do you mean by this?” he asked, waving the document at me. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Going 50/50,” I replied. “This is being fair. You love fairness, don’t you?” “Five million dollars?” he shouted. “And you think this makes any sense?”

Soon after, Xena was officially reported and dismissed from her position. Along with that, she was about to lose all the benefits she had been receiving. Lucas had even reluctantly spent what little he had and bought a necklace to try to win her over. However, when he found out what was happening, his face twisted with anger, and he cursed as he stormed home. After that, he took the necklace and tried to charm other women, hoping to be supported by them. Only one woman, who was about 50 years old and known for her wild ways, took an interest in him.