Annabeth Chase Rule 34 Novels & Stories

I suppose that there was only one way to find out, but I was too nervous to move, my heartrate increasing dramatically. “We must go in.” Blanche whispered, tugging on my hand to get me to move. I complied with my friend, but I was still terror-stricken; my mind running over every possibility. Sunlight witches were banned, executed at birth or as soon as their power shows; and here I was, alive. Maybe whoever we were about to meet knew this because of Berus, maybe I was brought here to be disposed of. Perhaps that was my fate.

“ Nice of you to finally join us, “ Vivienne said and I noticed how she stressed out the word finally. She was angry because I didn’t accept her sweet words. That was her problem, not mine. I ignored her and sat down in my seat. Anabelle smiled at me and stood up. “ You are welcome to be anywhere in this estate. I understand that you love nature, Brie. You are free to pick out grapes or garden and pick flowers. However, I have one rule. Just one. No one goes to the basement, ever. “ That was a simple rule and easy to compromise so we all nodded our heads. After her telling us how happy she was to have us, we prayed and ate. She was apparently a Christian. I wish I could say I was a believer.

This small girl…" he laughed again as he pointed at Annabel. He kept coming closer while Annabel kept moving backwards. She was trying so very hard not to do this! She didn't want to break one of her parents rule that state 'Never be rude or harm older ones.' But what if they beg for harm? What if they cross their boundary? What if they don't deserve to be respected? She was trying her posible possible best to make sure those rules were unbroken.

This was her responsibility. “Rule three. You will handle your relationship with Carson politely. No surprise visits or public displays of affection are permitted. For the time being you will live in a different wing of this home. You will have your own space until you have shown that you are deserving of being a real member of this family. You won't live together.” One by one the words came down like slamming rocks. A chilling sensation swept over Annabel. They were’nt requests. The purpose of the chains was to restrain and control her.

Her bullying was something I could not get used to no matter how many times it happened. Only to report to the grumpy founder and have him lecture me on the rules and regulations of the organization. The rule that stood out the most was rule number 1, 34 110 and 232, any exception was instant death Rule No 1: Once in the premises organization, no non member is allowed to leave alive. Rule No 34: Never say no to your superior or anyone higher ranking than you. Rule No 110: Members must cease contacts with the outside world except on missions.

What we had felt deeper, steadier. The three of us were siblings in every way that mattered. “So, what were you saying earlier?” Chris asked. “Reign told me she did not answer all the items in Mr. Landers’ quiz,” Aby explained. Chris’s eyes widened, and he immediately looked at me. “You? You are kidding, right?” “Nope. I am telling the truth,” I said calmly, smiling. “You are not going to ace the quiz,” he said. “That is fine, Chris. I am not forcing myself,” I replied.

That was when I learned the blonde witch from yesterday was named Chrissy. "Queen bee," Annabelle said with a grimace. "You should steer clear of her. She's bad tempered and rude." "She's from an overly prominent pack," Mirabelle added. "And she's the daughter of a Beta." That explained the attitude. "There are also time bans," Annabelle continued. "Some parts of the school are off limits during certain hours. If you're caught breaking them, you'll get in trouble." "And you're not only graded academically," Mirabelle added. "Your behavior, punctuality, rule following, everything is tracked. Mess up too much and you start losing tryout points."

She stated. Hearing that, I felt a chill run down my spine. My anxiety tripled as I wondered what those words meant for me. But I nodded, my fingers digging into my thighs as I stopped myself from asking questions. "There are 3 rules that will help you here," She continued, leaning back in her seat. "That is if you want to survive." My heart skipped. No one had mentioned anything about students dying at Carnemore. I was only sent here to prove my father wasn't a hunter who still hated supernaturals.

He spreads his arms along the back like he’s claiming territory. “Should I be taking notes on this legislation?” “Rule one: no women. Period. End of discussion.” “Already jealous? We’ve been roommates for twelve hours.” I ignore his smirk. “Rule two: no unauthorized exits. Rule three: no mysterious phone calls. Rule four: no suspicious meetings. This apartment is now Fort Knox.” He stretches his legs out, all lazy confidence and dangerous muscle. “That’s actually three separate rules, but who’s counting?” “Rule five: keep your hands off my belongings.”