12 Rules For Life Novels & Stories

Abusing the safe word is prohibited and considered an offense by punishment. Rule 10 – No being a Brat. No talking back. No sarcastic responses. Still scanning through my list of rules and responsibilities do I quickly notice that there’s about 20 or so rules being listed. Each one designed to keep me in check as well as what they expect me to do. Talk about strict.

"Rule two. Keep your mouth shut. You see something, hear something you pretend you didn’t. You don’t talk to anyone about anything." My heart thudded harder. I know he never wanted me here at first, and he was doing all of this so he could satisfy his father wh "Rule three. If there’s a fight, you stay out of it. No screaming. No crying. You stay quiet." I swallowed. "Rule four. My friends are off-limits. You don’t talk to them. Don’t look at them. Don’t even breathe around them unless I say so." I felt my fingers dig into my skin. There was no point living anymore then?

ZANDER'S POV If someone had told me this morning that my life was about to become a complete disaster, I would've laughed right in their face. It’s senior year and it’s supposed to be the best year. One last chance to act like idiots before facing the harsh reality. Instead, all of that got ripped away the moment my supposed “best friend,” Tristian, announced he was switching rooms. Which means I’ll be spending the entire year with only God knows who. Everything about the situations made my skin crawl.

He continued. “Rule number one; don’t you fall in love with me.” His eyes flipped up to me. “Crystal clear,” I said. “That would never happen.” “Good. That is the most important part, and that was why I made it the first rule. You can add your own rules when you are done going through them. When you are done, we can all sign and I will introduce you to my father.” “What about my child?” “I added nothing about her there because I do not know if you would want me to adopt her or not. Whatever decision you make regarding that is okay with me.”

At the far end was a massive red door. "Attention, players!" the voice boomed again. "Processing is complete. You are now four thousand players ready to begin THE SURVIVAL GAME!" The crowd murmured nervously. "Let me explain the rules," the voice continued. "You will compete in games for forty days. Each day is one round, and each round, players will be eliminated. The last player standing after forty days wins the grand prize: you get to return to your life, and you get one wish granted. Anything you desire!"

Pleasure lasts only a moment, but the cost can last a lifetime. If you want a stable life, you have to live by the rules.

Skai’s POV Days passed, and I hadn't been able to find any information. My right leg above the other as I swivelled in the chair. Staring at the ceilings, I remembered the six rules engraved within my memory like a scribe on a parchment. Do not assume anything Do not trust any individual Stay within your core Maintain your cover Do not look behind you, you're never alone Blend in, go with the flow Gradual, deliberately and measured. My moves - It's like a wave, no matter how it tries, it'll always crush against the rock at the shore. Because that rock?

Charlene struggled to recall the lessons her parents had drilled into her since childhood. One: Protect yourself. Two: Never reveal your secrets. Three: If you’re ever caught, run—don’t look back. Most importantly, you may only get one chance. Make it count. She took a deep breath. You got this.

I commented. Eun-woo ignored me as he continued, “Rule 4: Don’t approach me just because you wanted to; Rule 3: Don’t try to talk to me if it’s not something educational-related; Rule 2: Don’t act as you know me personally; And most importantly, Rule 1: Never let anyone we’re step-siblings no matter what.” “Whoa… look who’s talking,” I mocked him. “Aren’t you the one doing as you pleased between the two of us?”

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."