The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker Novels & Stories

she announces. Mick tries to hide his face in the couch and mumbles for everyone to leave, that he's ashamed. Jim, a big man who always shares in the group how his divorce triggered his drinking, chuckles softly. "Don't worry, kid. I had a relapse in my second week. Alberta had to retrieve my drunk ass from my son's wedding," he says. "I had my relapse at three years after losing my job. I started counting again, and I've been sober for a year now. There's nothing to be ashamed of," Celeste, another group member, says.

They knew she couldn't leave it unfinished, couldn't walk away from partial information, couldn't resist the temptation to know everything even if it meant continuing to be controlled. *And the three larger jobs?* Ravyn typed. *What kind of operations are we talking about? I won't commit to anything that involves harming innocent people. I won't facilitate crimes that victimize children. I won't—* *You won't be asked to harm anyone innocent*, the response interrupted her. *All three jobs target people and organizations involved in trafficking, exploitation, or similar crimes. Think of it as weaponizing your skills for justice rather than profit. You'll be destroying the very networks that ma

“Aren’t you supposed to be guarding his arse?” He smiled down at me. “Someone is. Striker Cade. He’s a good guy. He’ll protect your boyfriend just like how I do.” I cringed. “Will you please stop saying that? He didn’t even tell me we have that label.” Was this really what I wanted? A relationship with my boss? When the last time I broke a rule, I ended up in unimaginable humiliation. Now I was in the same loop, and people would start speculating and talking that could end my career and hurt Rome in the end.

He slammed both hands on my desk. “This isn’t a joke, Damien!” Now I looked at him. “What happened?” “What happened?” He let out a humourless laugh. “You tell me.” “You carried a girl out of a carnival in front of hundreds of people.” “You shouted at security.” “You forgot who you are.” I leaned back in my chair. “I saved someone’s life.” “You exposed your weakness.” His voice echoed through the office. “You built your empire on one rule…” “‘Damien Blackwood has no weakness.’” “And yesterday…” “You broke your own rule.”

"That's all right." "You'll write these down mentally. Rule number one: you will do with Portia only what I allow you to do. I have already experienced uncomfortable situations with other nannies, and I don't think it's good for them to do something with my daughter that I wouldn't do with her, or allow. Rule number two: you can ask her certain questions, but I will tell you which ones you CANNOT ask. Nothing about her mother or family in general. About her grandmother, maybe. Rule number three: if you stay, you will be assigned a room. Your house, my house. But you can't bring strangers. Rule number four: our relationship has to be the best possible, but it will remain explicitly work and p

The coach continued, his voice cutting through my thoughts. "Yes, sir," I reply automatically. But I don't understand anything anymore. Three days ago, I thought I knew who I was, what I wanted. Now I'm sitting here letting them tear apart the girl I love to save my own skin. "Division rivalries are won and lost on unity," Ethan adds, his voice still raw. "One weak link destroys everything." The accusation hits its mark. I am the weak link. I'm the one who couldn't keep his hands off his best friend's sister.

Peter defended. "How did you get here? Did you drive?" "No. Ella dropped me." "Does Drew know you're at work?" "Drew is not at the house. He is working." Uncle Peter said. "Robyn please go home. Beau and I will take you there." "Listen, I know what you guys are doing is for my own good but I can't stay home and do nothing anymore. I love my job,if I stay home one more day I will go crazy. Besides I have a flexible boss who can let me go anytime I want." She said smiling.

Strength is not the absence of pain. It is the ability to carry it. --- Until the weight becomes too much. --- Until something cracks. --- And even then— --- You keep going. --- Elena Voss had always been strong. --- Unbreakable, they called her. --- Relentless. --- Precise. --- Untouchable. --- But they had never seen her like this. --- Not as a leader. --- Not as a strategist. --- Not as a weapon.

“I only have a few rules I need you to abide by when working for me.” “Okay. Lay then on me.” He kept his eyes on the road. We weren’t far from my house now. “First, you don’t let anyone in my house. I don’t want to see any of your friends partying by the pool or going through my private things.” “No problem there.” I chuckled but he didn’t so much as smirk. “Second, you don’t give anyone that code. It’s specific to you and will be monitored.” Wow, this guy was persistent. I mean I’m not a child. I don’t have to be told something a million times to understand it.

“Well the school has a system, top 10 and 20…top 10 are the high class they rule the school and they make the rules only after Axel approves them. “And whose Axel??” “ The guy you just insulted.. apparently he’s father is one of the co founders of the school and he has seven abilities packed together and his hot soooo..that keeps him in the top 1 as always” Ava let out a laugh “so he's just some Daddy's boy with money..no wonder his spoilt” “Shhhs..” Mira sushed her “his back in the cafeteria and his a mind reader a legendary one at that, and his got a hearing sense”.