100 Rules Of The Internet Novels & Stories

He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

ADAPTATIVE COLOURATI A. Camouflage: The organism has the same colour as the environment e.g grasshopp B. Warning colouration: The organisms have attractive colours that serve as a warning to predator's e.g brightly coloured lady bettle and toads C. Mimicry: The organism resembles another object that the predator doesn't eat for protection e.g stick insect resembling a tw D. Nest parasitism: Some birds lay their eggs in other bird's nest for protection e.g cuckoo bi BEHAVIOURAL ADAPTATI

They only gave me a pathetic look after that, yeah, I just wasted my concern. "We'll be fine besides, we do this all the time." Rald boastingly exclaimed to me. I have a feeling these three are going to be my very bad influencers. "Rule #211: No talking to any executive unless you are told to. Punishment: Death." I totally have forgotten about this. Now, I know why no one wants to break this rule." #212: No gossiping about politics and other news involving police matters. Punishment: Death." Another rule that I broke YESTERDAY.

explained the person again. "Shit!!! What nonsense!" Roy spoke with his hands trying to hold back so as not to make a scene. "You can check it if you don't believe in the capital's written rules," said another by handing out a file that Deffin immediately took roughly. "Shit! What kind of coincidence is this," said Arnold, who was also reading along, why was it so precise, he thought. Deffin crumpled the file and stepped on it because he was too annoyed, all the rules were written clearly, and even the whole world could know because the internet was there.

he teases me. I grin at him. "Something like that." I fill him in on the rules. First things first, a sign-up f*e of about a hundred pounds. Meant to filter out people just looking to snoop around on there and get a f*el for which of their friends and family have turned out to be sexual deviants. Luckily, we have enough in our savings that we can pay that without too much concern, and once we have, we are allowed to set up our profile.

he commanded, instantly I walked back to my seat, but my mind was still concentrated on those documents. I stared at the serious man from my seat as I scooped the coffee and pancakes. It seemed like I was just brought here to look at this monster. “Mr Clara, I hope you've read those rules properly. Because once you break one of my rules you're fired.” His voice thickened, I scanned the tablets again. At least they weren't brutal like that of little Mira's rules. I read them out… Rule 1: Never come late to work or dress seductively.

"A contract?" "I want rules. In writing," I said with my arms crossed. "Rule one: No physical contact unless we are in public. Rule two: You don't ask about my business, and I don't ask about yours. Rule three: You give me access to the house library and a secure internet connection." Dante walked back toward me and stopped so close I could see every color of his eyes. "Internet? Why would a mafia princess need a secure connection? Planning to shop for more dresses you don't need?"

The Actuarial Society moved fast, locking in the date and strict, fully supervised rules. The whole internet held its breath for the "final showdown."

I leaned against it. The next thing I knew, I lost my balance. I fell straight into his office. My eyes widened. I immediately looked up. Damien was standing there. Before I could say a word, his voice thundered through the room. “What are you doing here?” I froze. He took a step toward me. “Didn’t I tell you this place is out of bounds for you?” I swallowed hard. I had broken another rule. Again. I slowly got to my feet. My eyes moved over him for a second before I looked away.

she says and I gave him one look, she signed the first contract of obeying the island rule before he left. "I have them in bullets, you can read through them, and decide if they all work for you, or I can read them for you," I say trying to give her some freedom. "I'll read them," she says and I hand her over the rules page, I had decided them before, and had them put in action with littles before, they work perfectly. The Littles Rules: *Obeying your daddy. *Being polite to daddy and his friends. *Asking permission first.