Novel & Cerita 12 Rules For Life

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“Cold but noted.” “Rule number two: I want my space. Just because we’re forced to share a room doesn’t mean we have to share everything else. Keep to your side of the bed, your side of the bathroom, your side of… well, life.” He gave a low chuckle. “Very territorial. Fine.” “Rule number three,” I pressed on, ignoring his tone, “honesty. I don’t care if you hate me, but I won’t tolerate games, lies, or manipulations. Say what you mean, even if it stings.”

“Rule one—no touching.” I blink. “No touching?” “You heard me.” I set my mug down, feigning offense. “Do you think I’m just going to… leap across the room and grope you without warning?” His expression doesn’t change. “I think you live in a world where boundaries aren’t always clear. So I’m making them clear.” I tilt my head. “Wow. You really know how to make a girl feel welcome.” “Rule two,” he continues, ignoring me, “no loud music, no unexpected guests, and no… late-night activities that wake people up.”

“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...

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.”

He had made the plans, and he should settle it himself. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♣︎♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♣︎♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧

I wrote the next rule. “Rule six: if we are attending an event and someone insults me, I get the first word.” “Why?” “Because if you go first, things will become expensive.” He paused. “That sounds like a threat.” “It is a promise.” I wrote faster now, warmed up by my own audacity. “Rule seven: no one is allowed to enter my room without knocking twice.” “Why twice?” “Because once is a mistake. Twice is a warning.” He folded his arms. “Continue.”

He took it from me with a smile. “Good job, flower. Now, recite the rules on the way home.” We began to head towards the house where I knew my mother would be waiting for us with sandwiches and chips. He eyed me sideways, waiting patiently. I walked silently for a moment. “Rule 1: the safety needs to be on when you are not actively hunting. Rule 2: Never aim at another person. Rule 3: Only kill what you have to, nothing more. Rule 4: Have respect for every living creature. If your shot doesn’t kill them, end their lives fast. Rule 5: Always shoot to kill.”

Rule No 1: Always make Studies and Academics Number one Priority. Rule No 2: Love yourself first, Don't deny yourself the love you deserve. Rule No 3: Move on! You can do it! , You'll get over it soon, you've apologized despite not being at fault so you need to move on. ' Move on. ' The two words kept Ringing. I typed the rules on my laptop and printed out three copies of them. I pasted one on my wall. The other I placed in my Dairy. The last one, I folded and put the file in my school bag.

Mila voiced out in a sad tone. “Nothing bad will happen. Besides, these kinds of men need to be taught a lesson, especially those who feel they can get away with anything. Aren't you tired of hearing ladies cry in pain because of heartbreak? Do I need to remind you how depressed I was when I caught my ex with another girl? And what did he do, huh? He put the blame on me.” Lillian spat, her breath coming out roughly while she tried to catch her breath. “Hey, I understand where you are headed. I just want you to be careful, Lily.” Mila added in a low cadence and Lillian calmed down while she moved closer and held her hand.