100 Rules Of The Internet の小説・ストーリー

It was lucky that of all werewolves, I had found my true mate. Not everyone was this lucky, and I knew that. “If ever we fail on researching on our first try, we stop.” Eleanor continued. Mumbles spread all over the tent, mostly coming from the males. Eleanor narrowed her eyes at them, “Listen, we’re not like them. We’re not from the capital. They don’t care whether they’re being unfair and disrespectful. We only try once and that’s final, end of discussion. If you don’t agree with me, speak up now.”

Look away, cupcake. Do not say Ryder Dane’s name. Do not— I stopped reading. There were thirty rules, where about twenty of them were about Ryder and how he belonged to Chrissy. “What other supposed rule did I break?” Chrissy lifted a hand and stabbed a finger over rules 9 and 10. No talking or touching Ryder Dane. “Well, come to think of it. You broke three.” “You are literally the most unhinged person I’ve met.” And that was saying a lot, as I’ve dealt with my fair share of crazy. “And you really expect everyone to follow these dumb rules?”

Shrugging off his silent warning, I tapped my mailbox and opened the document that was sent. I read it out loud; TEN RULES OF GREG CALLAGHAN. 1. Every morning by 7 a.m., you must send a picture or a video of yourself. 2. You must eat healthy and exercise daily to maintain a desirable weight of about 120lbs, plus or minus 5lbs. 3. You must at every point in time, tell him where you are, who you are with, and what you're doing with said individual. 4. Male besties, friends, and acquaintances are not allowed. Except he knows them and approves of them.

So I would have to curb my personality to succeed. Damn it, I should never be in the service industry—in any capacity. But I needed this money to run! I had my own rules, and in three years I’d never broken them. The rules 1. Never say anything, always lie since I was such a bad liar. 2. Never create links between you and anything else. e.g fall in love or have a pet 3. Never stay in a place longer than six months. 4. Never get soft. 5. Never attract attention to yourself -which I already did by putting my picture on a website.

“You’re free to read it out loud and tell me what you think.” Taking the document from me, he nodded. “Alright. Let’s see what you have here.” A grin tugged at his lips as he peered at the document like he couldn’t wait to see what I wrote. “Rule One.” He read out, the grin spreading across his face even further. Looking at him grin made me flush in embarrassment. Of course, I knew what I had written as the number one rule. “No Intimacy Clause (Unless Agreed Upon). Hmm.”

I nod my head even if I had no idea what that means. He places the book in the table between us. A few words are written in reddish brown on the brown surface. "What's in it?" I ask. "Basically rules, what is expected of a capo, a wife, an underboss, a solder and a couple other things I don't want to discuss. It has a list of punishments for traitors, or when rules are broken." his eyes do not move from me. My eyes looking at anywhere but him. I decided to focus on the book since we were talking about it.

If I joined everyone by the pool, he’d volunteer to clean the grill or answer emails from work. If someone else had been watching, they would’ve thought nothing of it but I noticed. I noticed everything. That was the problem with wanting someone. You learned everything about them, even down to the way they cleared their throat before speaking and Marcus Chen was worried. By the third morning, I’d had enough. “You’ve been weird,” Devon said around a mouthful of cereal. I looked up. “What?” “You.” He pointed his spoon at me. “You’ve barely beaten me at anything all week.”

No more rules. Just us.

"And read this. These are the rules of this house. We need to be clear on how this is going to work." I opened the folder. The list was short and typed in a plain font. 1. No talking about the past. Ever. 2. No touching in private. We are business partners. 3. When the cameras are on, you are the person I love most in the world. I read the third rule twice. It felt like a slap in the face. "The person you love most? Isn't that a bit much?"

Rule Two: You will answer your phone when I call. Rule Three: No physical relationship. Do not touch me unless I’m plunging to my death. I pause. My pen hovers above the paper. Then I write another line. Rule Four: You will not investigate my past without my permission. That one feels important. And very necessary. Then I add one more. Rule Five: If either of us wants out after a year, we walk away clean. But If I ask you to walk away at any time, you will. Rule Six: