Novel & Cerita 100 Rules Of The Internet

Everyone began to panic, turning to look at the now-sealed and locked door. Then, a voice spoke. It wasn't the voice of the official, but a hoarse and chilling synthesized voice that echoed through the hidden speakers of the entire aquarium. "Welcome, everyone, to the Triton Aquarium... the chosen." "In this place... only 'rules' will guide you." "These are the 13 Iron Rules of the Forbidden Aquarium." "..." "If you violate them... unforeseen consequences will occur." The voice fell silent, leaving behind an eerie stillness and a fear that began to creep into everyone's minds. They looked at each other, confused and panicked. This journey wasn't just an exploration or a search for the truth.

I asked. “Yes, rules, ” he replied, ” Rule #1, don’t flirt with other guys. Rule #2 don’t irritate me. Rule #3 you don’t leave unless you ask me for permission. Rule #4 if you disrespect me there will be consequences. And last but not least, Rule #5. Do what I tell you to do. “What kind of rules are those?” I frowned. “Those are the rules you’re gonna follow,” he replied. “But those rules are stupid,” I argued, “Last time I checked I was a free woman.”

I asked him. He shrugged. "You go first." I nodded. "You cannot add, remove or edit rules from this moment on," I reminded him and he placed his pen on the table. I smiled, satisfied, before starting to tell him my rules. "I only have five," I told him. He nodded. "I only have three."

Very important rule. God. Check Peanut before reporting missing items. Fair. The best rule so far. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava added another one. God. Rule #5. Fair. Never trust the cute face. Reasonable. The wisest rule so far. God. Then Peanut walked over. Fair. Looked at the poster. Reasonable. Thought for a moment. God. Then stole the marker. Fair. Right in front of everyone. Reasonable honestly. The audacity. God. Absolute audacity.

That evening— back home— Ava sat qui⁠etly. Liam walked in. ‍P⁠laced something down. She l‍o⁠oked.‌ A notebook. Sh‌e‍ frowned. ‍“What’s t⁠hat?” He sat. Opened it. First page. RU‍LES. She blinked. He pointe‍d. Rule 1: Tell somebody. Rule 2: No pretending okay. ‌Ru⁠le 3:‍

Chapter 10 • ADRIAN POV It been hours since, after she had left. I stayed where I was. Not a single step toward the door. Just my thoughts and the distant sound of the city sprawling beneath me. lights blinking from below like distant stars. Cars weaved, people moving, lives unaware of the games played above them. From my office balcony, I could see it all… the city I once ruled in shadow. The domain I once thought was untouchable, now… threatened. Not by another rival…

“Classic Mom.” “You’re twenty, Ivy,” she said tightly. “You’re not cute. You’re not interesting. You’re a liability.” “Wow,” I said. “Touching.” “If you want to stay in this house, there will be rules.” “Oh, I can’t wait.” Her eyes sharpened. “Don’t bring boys here. Don’t sneak out. No parties. No mess. No drama.” “So I should probably stop talking to you?” “I swear to God—” “I’m joking,” I said, tossing my keys into the glass bowl on the console. “Mostly.”

Maya whispered, “We’re screwed.” Professor Richards barked, “Miss Adeniran. One more sound and you’re out.” Maya mimed zipping her lips. I sighed, picked up my pen, and started writing. Ninety minutes. Just ninety minutes. If I survived this, I’d probably pass out in the hallway. The ninety minutes crawled, but I forced myself to focus. Rule 403. Case law. Hearsay exceptions. I wrote like my hand was on fire. For once, even Maya was quiet. Her head bent over the paper, pen moving fast.

He just waited until the heavy door clicked shut behind them. "Before we begin," Martin said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs, "we need to establish some ground rules. Last night was... an anomaly. A lapse in judgment that will not be repeated. If we are going to work together this summer, I require absolute professionalism." Javed swallowed his pride, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine by me." "Good. Then here are my three house rules for you," Martin said, lifting three fingers. "Rule number one: do not interrupt me when I am working. If my door is closed, you do not knock unless the house is on fire."