The Rule Of Four Novel Novels & Stories

Higher ranked, and not through their skilled battle fighting, but just because they all enjoyed Edric’s antics and being in his favour. “I stand here today, no longer your princess, but now as your queen.” I stated with a strong sense of command. “The rule of Edric the III is now over and the crown will now stand with me. If you show me loyalty in the right manner, then I too will show you the same. However, I know there are some among you that embellished in Edric’s unlawful rule. To those I can promise you this... those things to which you have become so accustomed will not exist anymore! Let that be known. You can all resume to your homes, but if I sense any act of treason or resistance a

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

For the five years that we had been married, she had always acted like a pure maiden, granting me only a handful of intimate sessions. Yet in Fabian’s arms, she acted like a bitch desperately trying to please her owner! Perhaps five years ago, I shouldn’t have acted as a human shield between her and the money lender’s knife. Neither should I have cleared her debts and let her stand in a position that was never hers to have! “Hey, isn’t this my good buddy Matthew Hunt? “What’re you doing standing around like that? Never been to such a fancy place before and scared stiff now?” A teasing voice cut through the air with the approaching Fabian, who was fawned over and orbited by a group of childho

wasn't a book about humanity; it was a Universal Anthology. ​As the sun set over the now-solid spires of Aethel-9, I stood at the center of the city, my hand pressed to the central spire. The Shield Ink on my wrists was no longer a mark of a "Debt-Bride." It was a Library Card. ​"Rule 47," I said, the words echoing through the emerald-gold air. ​"What is the rule of the First Book, Aara?" Thomas asked from the Bowery, his voice filled with the wisdom of a new era.

"Shh! We can't afford to wake him up!" "Everybody, focus!" "Do we really have to do this?!" "Yeah, we have to know the person we've let into our home!" "Keep your voices down guys. I gave him one of the hints in the book". "Alright, that's rule number what?" "Monica, bring out the rule book". "Oh here it is, rule number four, 'To find the key, you must first unlock the door, find two keys and begin your journey'".

"But a specific wave — the one that arrives at a specific moment on a specific morning — that you can write. And the specific wave contains the whole ocean." "The specific morning," Elian said. "The specific conversation. The specific moment in the forty years that contains the forty years." "Yes," Dante said. Elian set down his fork. He looked at Dante with the quality of someone who had just received something important in a form so simple it had almost been missed. "That's the method," he said. "The fourth novel isn't about the forty years. It's about the specific mornings. The specific conversations. The specific moments that contain the whole thing."

She opened it to find a tall, scarred man with a permanent scowl. “Work starts now,” he barked, thrusting a thick book into her hands. She barely caught it, its weight nearly knocking her off balance. The words Rule Book were stamped in bold letters on the cover. “You’ve got one job,” the man growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Follow the rules. And don’t make me regret letting you live.” Wren’s grip tightened on the book as the door slammed shut. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. This wasn’t survival. This was a game. And if she wanted to win, she’d have to play by their rules… until she could rewrite them.

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Her Chosen Mate Purchased By The Mafia Can't Help Falling in Love My Bride is Not a Human Chosen By An Alpha

He smiled at me and hugged me tightly. "I'm done following your rules, mi amore. It's time to follow mine." I pulled away to see his face, his hands are still on my waist. "Rule #1: Follow all the rules. Rule #2: Break them all, afterward." He said before pulling me again into a kiss. Breaking rules is indeed a bad boy