The Rule Of Four Novel Novels & Stories

“Run toward destiny, not away from it.” My pulse thundered. Rafe stared at me. “Eve… what destiny?” I must have said it outloud. Before I could answer the Codex snapped shut with a sound like a breaking bone. Dust burst out in a ring of silver. And on the cover a new symbol was carved where none had been before. A wolf embracing four shadows. And a crown of thorns. I froze. Rafe whispered, “What the hell just claimed you?”

To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be.

This was no subterranean layer of a gang. This was an underground empire. It reeked of old money and class. And in a way it made it even more dangerous than The Rabbit Hole. It was sophisticated savagery, often the most dangerous kind of all. Though she saw no blood or traces of violence, heard no screams. This place was too clean, and she could feel the wrongness about it. Darkness wasn’t the only thing with the power to blind you.

" Okay, I'm ready now. I left the room anxious about what might happen today. Arriving at the garden, everything was perfect, I was sure that after this night, everything would work out between us. I went to the table, which was placed perfectly in the center of the garden and sat down to wait for my husband. Meanwhile, I was reading the book about the four kingdoms of the southern continent, about what each one did to prosper: my kingdom, Summer, was the first on the page, it was known for raising healthier animals, both for work and for food. Second was the Spring kingdom, which planted several fruit trees, one more delicious than the other. Third came the Winter kingdom, which produced th

Midnight came like a held breath. I had spent the afternoon reading The Rules of Engagement in the library. The book was dense, written in a style that was both formal and venomous. The Voidborn diplomat who wrote it—a woman named Caelia Veyne—had survived seventeen Conclaves. She'd been poisoned twice, seduced by three different factions, and once walked into a room where every single person wanted her dead and walked out with a marriage alliance. Her first rule was underlined three times.

The rules of the contract became my new reality. Rule number four: The Submissive will not touch herself sexually without permission from the Dominant. It was a rule I found increasingly difficult to obey. My body was in a constant state of heightened awareness, a low thrum of arousal just beneath the surface. I’d be in the middle of painting, and the memory of his hands on me would hit me, a wave of heat so strong I’d have to stop and catch my breath.

The only way to survive was to understand and overcome the rules before no one was left. The whispers from the tanks still echoed faintly, as if waiting for the next victim to break a rule and become part of this forbidden aquarium forever.

She thought she hid it better, or maybe she had hidden it better, until we had arrived. I turned to leave, knowing that I had done all I could. She clearly wanted to be alone and I wouldn't push her. None of us would. That was the one rule we had. Free will. Choices. It was what made us and we would never take it from anyone else. Not when they were as broken as we were. "Wait," Her voice was sweet as honey, her scent wrapped all around this room. "Will you please tell me more? Of how we are fighters and what you have endured?" "It would be my pleasure."

Sam cursed loudly. Even though the distance from the bed to the door was quite far, Sam was sure that his subordinates outside were shivering after hearing his recent outburst. The rule they held and had to abide by was that when Sam was in his room, anyone who wanted to enter had to knock on the door first. It was different from the other rooms in the house. They often saw Sam fooling around with the women he desired anywhere in this house. There was only one place that was completely private for Sam: his room.

Chapter 1: The Empty Bed Megan's fingers shook as she slid the drawer open in the dim glow of her bedside lamp. The house felt too quiet again, the silence pressed down on her chest and made her thighs clench with need. Months after the funeral, and the ache between her legs still wouldn't let her sleep, she grabbed the thick dildo, its familiar weight heavy in her palm, and lay back against the pillows, her breasts rising and falling fast under her thin nightgown.