Ariana Greenblatt Rule 34 Novels & Stories

Anthea waited for him to finish reading the papers, and once he was done, she opened her mouth to speak. “There are some basic rules we need to maintain. First, respect each other’s privacy; there should be no interference in personal life. 2. No physical contact until it's absolutely necessary. 3. Keep your personal relationships in check. I don’t want to hear rumours about my supposed fiance sleeping around or flirting with other omen. And don’t worry, I will also strictly follow the rules.” Anthea briefed me on the most important rules with a straight face to prove how serious she was about them. She was surprised to see a similar serious look on Sebastian’s face.

Second Rule: “This one is for the women of Luxford. Thou shall not flirt with Taylor West. Yes, he is charming. Yes, he is taken. No, you cannot have him. The last person who tried? Let’s just say she is no longer among us.” Charlie: “...” Inner Devil: ‘What?! Hahaha!’ Guardian Angel: ‘Technically, he’s not lying.’ Third Rule: “Thou shall not covet my daughter. She is already dating Taylor.” In their seats, Charlie and Taylor talked among themselves. “Well, at least these rules are in our favor,” Taylor remarked, and Charlie only chuckled. “Fourth rule!” Adrain resumed. “Thou shall not use my daughter’s name in vain. If I hear unnecessary gossip involving Charlie, the responsible parties wi

I was expecting something like you are fired but the first thing I read was *Rules to follow* I looked up with wide eyes but Victor was as cold as ice, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his brows knitted together as if he didn't like having me around "Rule number one" he muttered and I had to finish the sentence hence I returned my attention to the first page "I, Vivienne Payton, shall adhere to all the rules Victor Ellison laid down for me...I shall not involve myself in his personal affairs...I'm not allowed to touch him in any way...even if his life is threatened"I read out loud knowing he found me in his bed. How ridiculous was he to think I wanted to touch him on purpose.

"And while you've been punished for the first two, you still need to be punished for the third." I swallowed hard, feeling sick to my stomach. "What rule?" I croaked, and Ashley extended her hand to another girl, who placed a pair of scissors in her palm. My blood ran cold. "First rule, do not walk away while an elite is speaking to you. Second rule, do not talk back at an elite. Third rule: bottom feeders are not allowed to dye their hair or wear any accessories," she said, and I shuffled backwards, attempting to free myself from my restraints.

“We go. We explain. We don’t break. Clause 3C holds.” “Clause 3C,” Levinson said. Raised eyebrow. “If phone says ‘Harmon,’ I answer,” Adrian said. Flat. “New rule. Day 49.” *11:44 PM. [SFX: BALCONY. THEN WIND. THEN 16.]* Balcony. Again. Always balcony. Me. Railing. Levinson’s folder inside. Unopened. On table. We didn’t open it. If we open it, it’s real.

My heart started beating very fast again. “You will follow my new rules from today,” Mr Havisham said. His eyes looked serious and hungry at the same time. I stood there with my hands shaking a little by my sides. What rules? I thought. After the party, the pictures, and the scary message, I did not know if I could handle more but his voice still made my body feel warm even when I was afraid. He walked around his big desk. “First rule, you wear no panties in this building anymore. Second rule, you come to my office the moment I send one message. No questions. Third rule, your body stays ready for me whenever I want it. Do you understand, Maya?”

“If you still want to. I meant what I said last night. We can set rules, make it clear what this is and what it isn’t.” Ariana stared at her coffee for a long moment. Her fingers tightened around the cup. “Okay, rules. Let’s hear them.” I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the heat there. “Three months max. Public only. We show up together at games, maybe a couple campus events. Take a few pictures and act like we’re together when people are watching. But private stuff stays private. No late nights, no hanging out alone, nothing that blurs the lines.”

He reached out, his long finger lightly tapping against the center of the third page. "Rule Number Four: No deliberate sabotage. Neither of us is permitted to intentionally damage the other's reputation, business, or personal standing. Furthermore, neither party is allowed to publicly reject or disavow this relationship while the agreement remains active. You cannot run to the press declaring a separation six months from now because you find my home too quiet or my schedule too demanding." "And if I break one of these rules?" I asked, looking up to meet his intense gaze. "If I trip over my words in front of a reporter, or if I panic and want out?"

“Obedience.” The word hit her painfully. Ariana looked away. “You really treat this like a business contract.” “Because it is.” She clenched her fists silently. Then Damien walked toward a drawer and handed her another document. “These are the rules.” Ariana stared at him in disbelief. “Rules?” “You’ll attend events when necessary. Avoid scandals. Don’t interfere with my work.” Her chest tightened more with every word. “And?” Damien’s gaze became colder. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

I read through the first paragraph. “Rule one: Never disclose who you really are to neither family nor friends.” “Rule 2: You are not allowed to become close friends with Mia's associates. They know how she behaved, her preferences, even small traces will end everything.” “Rule 3: Protect Mia's fortune.” “Rule 4: Never fall in love during these terms.”