Novel & Cerita Annabeth Chase Rule 34

Find a way to change rules 34 and 46. What is rule number 34 and 46? I flipped back to the pages I skipped and found my answer within those pages. Rule 34: Demons are not, in any form or manner, allowed to have any intimate relationship with any human. Rule 46: No demon is to lay claim to any human children. This was definitely my dad.

When she reaches page 250, she found a little envelope, and she opened it, Jette opened the small paper inside, and she reads it… Burn the book by finding someone whose sole intention is the worst for you. You have to get three strands of hair from that person. Put those hair in any part of this book, and it will burn slightly. “There are three rules, and it seems that the first rule is already so difficult. What more if I find the last 2 rules?” she tells herself. “Where on Earth can I find Annie? How can I get three strands of hair from her?” added Jette. ***

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

I dropped the question on my mind. Khione suddenly paused and pulled me roughly to stand in front of her. “You don’t listen, do you? There’s a reason for each rule and believe me when I say those who broke rule number 3 had never lived to tell the tale. They never make it out alive and I mean never!” I gulped! I was fucked, wasn’t I? To be continued

Her words seemed as if she was definitely not reading that for the first time; more like she was even reciting those very words. “Dormitory A rules. Rule 1, never bring a boy to the dormitory. Rule 2, never return from the outdoors by midnight, and, finally, Rule 3 — no fighting in the dorm. You try any of these and your monthly allowance would be cut half for the whole of that month. And by the way, your other roommate is already in.” I was known in my previous school as an outlaw, I just hoped it wouldn't rub off here; be a good girl, Steph, stick to the rules. You can do it. But about Rule 3...

That evening— back home— Ava sat qui⁠etly. Liam walked in. ‍P⁠laced something down. She l‍o⁠oked.‌ A notebook. Sh‌e‍ frowned. ‍“What’s t⁠hat?” He sat. Opened it. First page. RU‍LES. She blinked. He pointe‍d. Rule 1: Tell somebody. Rule 2: No pretending okay. ‌Ru⁠le 3:‍

His heart rate picked up upon seeing the surrogacy agency’s number and almost missed the call from his frozen state of shock. Almost. He answered. “Blackwell.” A bright, professional voice chimed through the speaker despite it clearly being after hours. He hadn’t heard her voice in months, but he knew it instantly. Annabeth Hale — part witch, part human, and stubbornly determined to live her life on the human side of the veil. He didn't mind her. She knew enough about the supernatural world to be useful, but identified herself as human and he respected her choice especially since she seemed to genuinely respect his choices too. Not often single men wanted to become fathers.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

Look away, cupcake. Do not say Ryder Dane’s name. Do not— I stopped reading. There were thirty rules, where about twenty of them were about Ryder and how he belonged to Chrissy. “What other supposed rule did I break?” Chrissy lifted a hand and stabbed a finger over rules 9 and 10. No talking or touching Ryder Dane. “Well, come to think of it. You broke three.” “You are literally the most unhinged person I’ve met.” And that was saying a lot, as I’ve dealt with my fair share of crazy. “And you really expect everyone to follow these dumb rules?”