Ariana Greenblatt Rule 34 Novels & Stories

“That’s—” Ariana stood up slowly. Her body still trembling. But her gaze— Sharp now. Determined. “I don’t fight it.” The pull surged. But she didn’t resist. “I don’t run from it.” Stronger. Closer. “I don’t destroy it.” The girl’s breath caught. “Then what do you—” Ariana’s voice dropped. Calm. Terrifyingly calm. “I change the rules.” Silence. The room froze. The machines stilled.

She just looked at Noah. "A restraining order?" she laughed softly. "Noah, darling. This is a piece of paper. You think this stops me?" "No," Noah said. "I think the two uniformed officers standing by the elevators stop you." He pointed. Vivian looked. Two NYPD officers were watching them, hands resting on their belts. They weren't smiling. "If you are within five hundred feet of me, Aria, or Emma," Noah said, leaning down, his voice a whisper of pure violence, "they arrest you. If you contact us, they arrest you. If you send a third party, they arrest you."

"I'm hoping to give them back to you on Monday. It's just thirty essays after all, but it means I'll have to work all weekend." I sighed. "Does that mean we can't see each other yet?" Felix paused and exhaled. "Blair, remind me of our rules." "What?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "You heard me, remind me of our rules." I sat up in bed. This was supposed to be a fun and relaxing phone call, not a serious one. "Uhm, okay whatever. Rule one: discretion. Rule two: no one can know about us. Rule three: no special treatment regarding grades. Rule four: do you still want me to call your Sir all the time or?-"

"Alright, that makes sense. Are you planning on filling me in on these rules?" Gemma smirked. "Rule number one - Sabrina is a friend with benefits, I am maybe a girlfriend if things keep working out well." You nodded. "Rule number two," Sabrina continued. "If you and Gemma have a date planned, one of you tells me. And we don't have any sexual contact that day. Gemma wants all of you on those days." "Done," you said, nodding again. "Rule number three," Gemma said. "We're all getting STD tested just in case, and none of us are going to be with anyone else unless we have a group discussion and come to an agreement first."

Door closed. “We need ground rules,” Marcus says. “Before this implodes completely.” “Agreed.” Lucian looks at me. “Ariana and I are agreeing to maintain distance. Professional only. No personal interactions outside of work.” “Good,” Marcus says. “What else?” “No private meetings unless absolutely necessary. All work communications via email where possible. And we present a united, professional front to anyone who asks.” “Including Ethan?” Marcus asks. “Especially Ethan.” Lucian’s jaw is tight. “He suspects something. We deny it. Completely.”

Handwritten. He placed it on the glass surface between them. "What is that?" "Rules." His jaw tightened. "For living in my world. For working in my building. For staying alive when Victor decides he wants you more than he wants to hurt me." Aria approached the desk slowly. I looked down at the paper. Seven lines. Seven rules. No explanation for any of them. 1. You will not enter the east wing of this building. 2. You will not work past eight PM.

“Earlier on you said there were rules I had to follow to make this work,” I paused, putting a slice of steak in my mouth and sipping on my wine. “So what are the rules?” “Rule number one - Do not touch my personal properties. I hate it when strangers go through my stuff.” I scoffed, feeling insulted. “I wasn't planning to.” “Rule number two - all meals, groceries and deliveries should and must go through Elias,” “So if I need to get stuff that's personal and women related I have to go through Elias?”

“I assure you won’t find any of my one night stands at home. I keep my love life and business away from each other, Gillies. Besides, my romantic affairs are to be discreet, remember?” “It’s a ground rule and that’s all there is to it.” Ariana wrinkles her nose. “God, I’m glad I’m not required to sleep with you. I bet you’re as responsive as a rock in bed. Your one night stands are better off with a dildo shoved up their ass—unless they’re in for a dick to suck while they’re at it?” Gone too far, Ariana. Truth is, Ariana is no sexpert. At all. So she’s surprised shitless when she blurts all of that out in broad public. Something about Williams pisses her off to the extent that her brain-to-m

The woods obviously weren't safe and Eirika needed to be looked at. "What?" "Rule no 2: Do not touch my woman. Rule no 3: Do not ever touch my woman. Rule no 4—” “Seven hells! I get it!” “Good. Cause If you do—" Arric continued in a chilly tone, "I'm going to rip out your arms." "Do you know what happens to people who are overconfident?" "Hmm… you can enlighten me while you try to keep up," Arric said, “As long as you understand the four rules you should be tolerable.”

" Getting kind of chilli. "You are prolonging things, girl. Just give us some rules." The witch gritted her teeth. " Rule number one : no cheating. Rule number two: you will avoid breaking anything in this room." Ella remembered last night. She didn't want to move to another room. "Rule number three: no shape shifting. And last but not least. Rule number four: you will fight to the death." "To the death?" The goblin questioned." That sounds a bit harsh."