Bro Code Rules Novels & Stories

That was enough for now. As they got bigger they brought in more members. Some didn’t stay long. Free pussy came to them. So they took on the skanks. They took care of them and they took care of the brothers. Even though they were a biker club they had a strict code of conduct. Rule one: Never hit a woman. Rule two: If you claim a woman you never disrespect or cheat on her. You put her above all overs. Rule three: We don’t deal in trafficking. If you do, you are out and we turn your ass over to the cops to deal with. Rule four: Ol’e ladies are off limits. Rule Five: What happens in the club stays in the club. Rule six: we don’t tolerate sexual assault. No means No. Even with the skanks. If

It was stupid but we’d been rolling the dies for hours and each of us had accrued some debt. Normally, it would make more sense if we had to pay the person who made the sixes but Thea had made up the rules and thought it’d be more fun. Charlie on the other hand had forgotten the rules of the game because she was so f*cking wasted. “Oh My God. My tummy hurts.” My temples were wet with tears. Everything felt right again. “Since I’m the only one who isn’t drunk right now, I’ll calculate our debts.” I picked up the board where I’d recorded everything.

I shook my head, trying to loosen his grip on my hair. “No solo sex with the bride. We are not allowed to have sex with our bride alone, without the knowledge of the other two. And recently, right after we made the soul pact with you, Asher vocalized it. His words seemed more like a warning than a rule and it pisses me off.” He left my hair, and I caressed my scalp, not daring to look away from him. “Breaking this rule might or might not have its consequences, but it’s a code of conduct we, brothers, as triplets maintain and I can’t believe I almost broke that...”

Derek then read the intake rules without looking up: “No sharp objects. No contraband. No unauthorized movement. Lights out at ten. Roll call at six. Respect officers. Respect boundaries. Break the rules and privileges will be revoked.” His voice droned on, emotionless. I barely heard any of it. Brody nudged me when he finished. “I'm leaving now” I turned to look at him, almost surprised. Right. This was no longer a holding cell so his job with me was relatively done. He clasped my shoulder and smiled at me. “Take care warner” I nodded back, my mouth heavy “Take care Brody, my regards to Adam and Kyle”

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

"Packs, trust it. Damien called the shots that saved the city. This crown seals it." Cheers broke out again. I leaned toward Avery. "They are buying in fast. Your commanders help sell it." "Jax and Ezra sell themselves," she whispered back. "Jax, address the fighters. Ezra, the tech teams." Jax turned to a cluster of warriors. "Fighters, new rules. We train hard, but we fight as one. No glory hogs. Sovereign's word is final." "Tech teams," Ezra added, "new networks go live at dawn. Secure channels only. Damien, you approve the first broadcast?"

I had spent two weeks sitting in his apartment without for once connecting him to the Vales because he existed only in a separate world. It all made sense at once. Why every word from him was measured. Why he noticed tiny betrayals but hated apologies. Aaron carried himself as someone who had lived his whole life attempting to prove to someone that he belonged somewhere. The coldness. The seriousness and the house that looked like no one lived in it. I picked up my phone and typed. My boss is Dorian’s brother, and sent it to Shawna. She replied immediately. “What. How? You need to quit the job right now.”

“Okay. Come get me if you need anything.” Her door clicks shut. Vincent looks at me. “We have to go downstairs now. Act normal.” I stare at him like he’s lost his mind but he’s right, though. We have no choice. I stand on shaking legs, smooth my hair and try to breathe but somewhere in the house, Alex is deciding whether or not to burn everything down.

Beta Crest's eyes narrowed. "This council has received information suggesting that you engaged in a sexual relationship with your stepbrothers Dante and Mateo Blackwell prior to the arranged mating ceremonies at the Ironridge Summit." Thorne folded his hands on the table. "The nature of that relationship, if confirmed, would constitute a violation of familial conduct codes and would have direct bearing on the legitimacy of the alliances my daughter and Beta Crest's daughter entered into in good faith." He paused. "Do you understand the charges?" "I understand the question," I said. "I don't accept the word charges because I haven't been charged with anything. I've been summoned to answer que

Mom said. " Is it?? I would love to cook. " Sam said. " Will you?? I would love to eat. " Bhaiya said looking at her lovingly. " Call a doctor... She is a pathetic cook. I am telling you because you have been my best friend. " Rob said while grinning. " Have been?? Am I not your best friend now?? " Bhaiya asked. " You are my brother now. " Rob said and bhaiya looked happy now.