Novel & Cerita 100 Rules Of The Internet

• RULE NUMBER 01: Don’t show off. Stay low key. • RULE NUMBER 02: Be yourself. Love your looks. • RULE NUMBER 03: Learn to keep your promises. • RULE NUMBER 04: Always be open for exceptions. • RULE NUMBER 05: Never befriend anyone of they didn’t talk to you first. • RULE NUMBER 06: Avoid being late. • RULE NUMBER 07: Always list down the important details. • RULE NUMBER 08: Never listen to Nathan’s nonsense statements.

Whistleblower policy draft. Someone had started it while she was in the boardroom. Someone trusted her enough to start without asking. Elma opened the first page. The fight was over. The work was starting. And this time she was the one setting the rules. She wrote one line at the top of the page. Rule 1: If it doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t happen. She underlined it twice. She added a second line. Rule 2: People before process. Always. Outside, the city was quiet. Inside, the building was quiet too.

We are strangers to the outside world. Rule 5: Never talk about ourselves, ever. Rule 6: The sexual escapades to happen in a neutral place. Rule 7: MUST take quarterly health tests. Rule 8: Can date, but never engage in any sexual relations with other parties. Rule 9: No oral sex for Quinn. Rule 10: Never fall in love with each other. I look up and smile at Quinn, "Let's break the rules." "Good girl." Quinn places his hand on my shoulder.

“Rule 3: If you do whatever you want in this house, I can too. That comes with decorations and everything else.” A mocking smile forms on his face. “Is that all?” “Almost.” I smiled sweetly. “Last but not least, remember Rules 1, 2, and 3. I will not hesitate to retaliate.” The room is quiet. His green eyes shift from me to the list, and then he bursts out laughing. Deep, husky laughter resonates throughout the house. He straightens and smirks.

We don’t let go right away. "First rule," I say. "We start slow. Nothing before New Year’s. Gives us time to build the story." "Second rule," he counters. "Total honesty with each other. If it stops being fun, we pull the plug. No guilt." "Third rule. We never lie about the big stuff. If one of us actually falls for someone—" "We end it immediately. Clean. Public if we have to." I nod. "Fourth rule. We don’t sleep together. That way lies madness."

We have broken the most important rule of the contract. No intimacy.

He reached out, his long finger lightly tapping against the center of the third page. "Rule Number Four: No deliberate sabotage. Neither of us is permitted to intentionally damage the other's reputation, business, or personal standing. Furthermore, neither party is allowed to publicly reject or disavow this relationship while the agreement remains active. You cannot run to the press declaring a separation six months from now because you find my home too quiet or my schedule too demanding." "And if I break one of these rules?" I asked, looking up to meet his intense gaze. "If I trip over my words in front of a reporter, or if I panic and want out?"

I aggressively comb my hair, “you are just so unbelievable!” “Sorry, sorry, I won’t interrupt with what you are trying to discuss now. Please, just continue speaking.” He said while chuckling. I rolled my eyes at him before I continued speaking, “we have three rules in this house. And number 1, and certainly the most important of them all, you must stay away from me. We don’t need to talk. We don’t need to exchange words with each other. We certainly don’t have to communicate casually because it is wrong if we are to base the reasons with what you did to me a year ago.”

“I know that now, and even if she did send you just to mock me, it would still have been a mistake nonetheless. That woman didn’t understand my rules. The presence of male companions isn’t my issue. It’s the loud sex that I hate so much.” Will cleared his throat. “Um, I understand your point, Ms. Miller. So… What are the rules?” “Rule number one: you can’t bring in your boyfriend or girlfriend or anyone you could potentially have sex with. Rule number two: no swearing, shouting, or making any loud noises. Rule number three:, drugs and alcohol are strictly not allowed. Rule number four: no dogs or any animals inside the house,” Una rapped. “Rule number five…” Will waited and noticed how Una b

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.