Abide By The Rules Novels & Stories

Whatever life you lived before no longer exists. The words stabbed at me, I gritted my teeth but kept reading. Rule 4: For every event or occasion I attend, you will accompany me as my wife. No questions asked. Rule 5: At these events, you are not to speak to anyone unless I permit it. Silence is absolute. By the time I reached the last page, my chest burned with rage. Consequences for breaking any rule: Your younger sister will suffer for every violation. I slammed the file shut, my voice cutting through the silence like broken glass.

"That's a contract, if you don't already know what it is." "I know what a contract is," I murmured, flipping through the pages. One stopped me in my tracks. "Rules?" "Yes," he answered too casually, leaning against a nearby table with his arms folded. "If we are going to get through this safely, you have to abide by them." I glanced back down at the list of ridiculous rules, scoffing at each one. "I have to come live with you, cut off romantic ties, and play my role perfectly?" I chuckled. "What is this? Enslavement?"

Butterflies quickly filled my stomach at the way my name sounds so adorable when coming out of his alluring lips. “There are 3 major rules I will be needing you to follow, Mate.” he ordered. Is it just me but the way he added the word ‘mate’ seems like, if I dared go against his so-called rules- I’m sure dead? “Rule one- Never on any circumstances leave this mansion without my consent. Rule two- Never show or give what’s rightfully mine to another man if not you are only digging his grave. Rule three- Never try to take advantage of the fact that you are my mate and do something you know, I know, we both know I detest, Mate.”

He spoke into her hair. “You will learn three new rules,” he said. “Rule five. When I count, you follow the number with breath. One is in. Two is hold. Three is out. Rule six. When I tell you to stay still, you are stone. Rule seven. If you need more, you say more. If you need less, you say less. You are not silent unless I tell you to be.” She nodded. “Say them back.” “One is in. Two is hold. Three is out. Stay still means stone. If I need more, I say more. If I need less, I say less. I am not silent unless you tell me.”

I rolled my eyes and sat on the chair at his right side, so the makeup artist can begin fixing my face. "First and for most is obey me. You already violated this rule for so many times but the next time you disobey me again I won't be tolerating it. Second is be neat and proper. Earlier you like a bird's nest, so the third rule will be applied too. The third and last rule is to be right on time, the reason why you look like a mess right now is because you infringe the third rule. I hate wasting my time, remember that. Time can't slow down itself understood?"

You have to cook and do all the house chores, Rule number 3; No picking of calls doing work time” he said “But sir;” I tried speaking but he shut me up “I’m not through yet and that’s my rules, you can’t change it;” he said “Alright;” I said lowering my gaze "Rule number 4 which is the last, You must obey my words, anything I ask you to do at any….pick my words, at any time, you must respond immediately;” he said “Ok sir, I’m ready to do anything you ask me to do;” I said thinking it’s gonna be any chores

Brad uttered, and I hesitated. “What rules?” I questioned, feeling a bit uncomfortable about doing something I didn’t know much details about. “Don’t you trust me? Look at the world around us. We are all bound by rules. To see, to eat, to drink, to have fun, there are rules.” “I still don’t understand what you mean by the rules we are bound by to see, eat, drink and have fun.” I spoke back, standing my ground. Then I heard him sigh.

“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...

"Fifth rule, you will only speak when spoken to, and you will address me as 'Master' at all times." Her eyes widened in shock. Seriously? "Yes," he continued, "sixth rule, you will eat, sleep, and move only when I allow it. You don't make decisions for yourself, I do." "Seventh rule, you are not allowed to interact with anyone else unless I give you the go ahead. Well of course, you wouldn't be interacting with anyone," he said as he used his right hand to circle around his left wrist. "Eight rule, although this rule won't be understandable to you now but just note it down, you will always be available when I need you, no matter the time or circumstance. In due course, you will understand."

If, after the tenth attempt, I fail, you are free to walk away with no penalty. Rule 2: For the duration of our association, you may not entertain any other man in your personal or emotional life. Fidelity remains absolute. Rule 3: You are prohibited from relieving yourself sexually by artificial means, including toys, vibrators, or any such devices. Your release shall be solely mine to command. Rule 4: I reserve the right to touch you at any time, in any manner I choose, without prior permission. Rule 5: You may not touch ——