Under Her Rules Novels & Stories

she told me softly. "No, you're probably right." "Doesn't matter if I'm wrong or right, those are your new rules. Can you accept that?" I nodded. "I just don't want to hurt Chris." "She's a big girl. She'll be fine. Now those are MY rules. For all I know, Debbie and/or Beth may have their own for you." "Fine. I get it. No more straying." "Poor baby. Has to settle for a handful of hotties and a damned Goddess. My heart breaks for you."

It made my wolf stir even more violently. Excuse me?” She said “You heard me.. get out ?” “What an ass.” She muttered “I heard that rules are rules so.. either do this the simple way or the hard way your choice.” I said , stepping closer, my eyes never leaving hers. “I… I’m new here,” she stammered. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know there were rules.” Rules. That word always made me growl. But that has kept Ravenmoor in order for centuries.

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

Once I made her my High Priestess, she would be afforded the same level of respect, regardless of her Human or Risen status. Little did she know, our world was complex, with its own set of rules and customs. As my partner, she would be expected to navigate this intricate web, and I wondered how she would adapt to the demands of ruling the Underworld alongside me. I smiled inwardly, knowing that one day she would grasp the intricacies of our world, but for now, her innocence was almost...amusing. Her reactions were a constant reminder of the sheltered life she had led, a life far removed from the complexities and machinations of the underworld.

My eyes locked with hers. "I'm the Queen. Thus I make the rules. So I don't count this as harassment." I stated and looked down to Reverie. There was murder in her eyes. To be honest, the guy wasn't all that good looking, either. We were saving her from a horrible future with him and his ratty ass nails.

Their leader whom I guess said "Uhmmm, it Cheryl, I just said it like right now," "It obvious she don't know the rules," one of her minions said "I see, well look here ugly bitch, these are the rules." she begins, while I pick silently on my nails. "Rule one, Do not talk wherever I am-" I cut her off saying "I'm kinda hungry can we deal with the rules later plsss," I said holding my both palms together in a pleading manner, and now she looks like a mad lion.

The windows were trembling at her voice. “It is NOT YOUR DECISION TO MAKE!!!!He is MY MATE!!!!” I yelled at her. “Were you not just lecturing me about rules, you brat!!! Rules!! Did you forget rules???”, she asked growling, Bella wanting to come and fight. “And in MY KINGDOM, RULES ARE WHAT I MAKE THEM! Do you understand????”

Any underhanded trick is prohibited other than a surprised attack. ‘‘So now that I explained the rules, let's start right away! On my right side is Elle, the strongest woman I ever met. Even men will fall on their knees when facing her overwhelming strength. And I can say that she too has the power and capability to lead a pack on her own!’’ ‘‘Hoooooooo!!!!’’ ‘‘Smash her head, Madam Elle!’’ ‘‘Teach her the goddamn lesson so she would know her place!’’

“Two—two years, Sir.” “That should be enough for you to know the rules, correct?” Her body trembled, yet she still responded to my words by nodding lightly. “Then you know that it’s against the rules to hire someone to work under your name.” “I’m so—“ “But you still did it, anyway. Do you know what happens to those who disobey the rule, Adrianne?” My face leaned closer to her, then whispered. “They got killed.” And I threw her harshly until her back met the wall.

before I could complete my statement, she chipped in with a scoff. “Rules? I would rather let a dog tie me to a pole than follow your rules. You have never given me any rules and trust me, even if you did, I wouldn’t ever follow them” she said and I didn’t think she knew this but the more she said those words, the angrier I became. I gritted my teeth as I stared at her, she claimed to not ever follow the rules even if I gave her one didn’t she? I would show her why I was a feared beta and more importantly, why I was a dominant and she was my submissive.