100 Rules Of The Internet の小説・ストーリー

“You’re impossible!” He grinned, holding her close, his arms unyielding, his kiss brushing her cheek. The sea breeze curled around them, warm and salty. Lily rested her forehead against his, her smile bright and unguarded. In that moment, with the world safe and the night quiet around them, she whispered happily: “It’s his rules… it’s his style.” And William’s grin deepened as the waves rolled on, carrying their laughter into the endless dark.

“Call it whatever you like. But you WILL follow them.” She raised one eyebrow. The “Who do you think you’re talking to?” eyebrow. “Me? Follow your rules?” she asked sweetly. Too sweet. Dangerous sweet. Her fire made my pulse kick. I hated that. Hated how alive she made my nerves feel. I pulled myself together. “Rule one: No running into danger alone.” “Aw. Cute.” “Rule two: Don’t engage strangers.” “Define engage.” “No.” She smirked. “Rule three: No behavior that draws attention.”

Chapter 71 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• Fuck. There are three rules I live by. One: Always trust your instincts, no matter the situation. Secondly, don't make stupid mistakes that will get you killed. And lastly—never, ever, get yourself an addiction—a weakness, because it'll only serve as a tool for your enemies, and damn if I didn't just smash that one straight through a wall.

“Christian told me. Everyone tells me. It’s not new.” She blinks, slightly taken aback, before holding out a crisp set of stapled papers. “Right. Well... here are the rules. Mr. Christian likes things—” “Rules?” I didn’t—wait. Now that I remember it, I actually heard Christian talking about rules, though I didn’t pay attention because... that shit in front of him didn’t let me. I grab the papers quickly, my eyes scanning the top line before I even process the rest. Do not leave the estate without permission. Curfew: 9:00 p.m. Phone on at all times. Never go to the top floor. No visitors. Don't this, don't that, don't, don't, don't...

The internet is an amazing leap in our generation. One of its great perks is more accessible communication, which I am entirely despising as of this moment. After my moment last night, I didn’t bother to come out of my room. Mom must have waited for me, but I saved us both the heartbreaking trouble of walking down memory lane. I don’t want to get out of the comfort of my bed. The clammy summer air seeps through the glass windows and balcony door. I forgot to close the curtains last night, and now my skin is cooking under the heatwaves trapped inside my room.

In those years, when she worshipped s as her teacher on the hacker network, master established three rules: 1. Don't do anything illegal. 2. Do not investigate each other's information. 3. No meeting. The happy look in Yuri's eyes slowly dissipated. Waiting for another five minutes, sure enough, the other party did not reply. She withdrew her account and switched accounts. Just after switching, she received a friend addition verification. Fremingo : [I'm uncle.] Yuri: "..." Ignore it. At this time, the quiet room suddenly sounded "hiss ~ hiss ~".

It doesn't matter" he said. Somehow those words found a way of stabbing her hard in the chest. She didn't understand why she cared, why she wanted him to give a positive reply. She hated the way he answered like she didn't matter, and he was right though, she didn't matter. He looked at her whilst saying the words like he was waiting for her reaction, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her hurt. *What did he even have with Madison anyway?* she thought inwardly She plopped on her bed and brought out her rule book. She had found it in her bag while packing and concluded her master made the orders for the book to be placed in her bag. Probably as a reminder of her basic

My Brother Fucked Me Stupid Everyone here is over the age of 18. Read and enjoy... ********** The only thing you need to know about me is that I'm a straight-A student. I take a large amount of pride in the fact that I get perfect grades. It started all the way back in kindergarten: I famously got A's in both sharing and snack-time. I even earned an A+ in napping. I was a world-class napper. For the rest of my life, I kept my perfect record. Elementary school, middle school, high school -- nothing but ninety plus. A is for Always, after all.

Thankfully, it is empty. As I look around, I notice it isn’t merely empty; it looks unlived in. “Don’t you have a roommate?” He smiles, but the smile resembles pain, not joy. “Nope.” Everyone has to have a roommate. It’s one of Aton’s rules that no one should be alone. I can only grunt, “Hmm.” I pluck the bottle from his grip, setting it on the table. The photo of me and Timothy kissing flashes in my mind, accusingly, and I push it away.

“Yeah, save us with your intelligence. Don’t let us fail this quiz.” I grinned at both of them. “Only if I can, haha.” They knew me too well. Cheating? Not in my vocabulary. Any kind of cheating was absolutely off-limits. “Number one…” Mr. Landers began, and I immediately stopped smiling. Focus, Reign. You need to ace this quiz. Serious mode activated. “Reign, save us! Please, have mercy on us!” Chris whispered dramatically, hands raised in mock pleading. I gestured sharply at him to be quiet. He pouted immediately. Nice try, Chris. Your pleading face will not work on me today.