Choices Rules Of Engagement Novels & Stories

“Scared you’ll miss me if we fight and I die?” “I’ll throw your body at the enemy as warning.” “Romantic.” “Practical.” I sighed, already regretting everything but also feeling strangely happy. “If the two of you come with me, there will be rules.” Both of them groaned at the same time. I pointed at them. “Rule one, no killing my people unless I approve it. Rule two, no threatening my commanders during meals. Rule three, no using Alpha aura to win arguments with accountants. Rule four, if either of you starts a fight in my headquarters because someone looked at me too long, I will personally lock you in separate rooms and feed you paperwork until you cry.”

They would all want to meet me; their son's bride-to-be. Shit! This is getting crazier every day. I suck in a deep breath, “how about the rule of this?” He looked at me. I went on, “Since we are both pretending to be engaged I’m sure there are rules right?” I asked and he nodded. “My only rule is that I don’t share Eve. You can have as many male friends as you want, as long as they don’t touch what is mine then we're good,” his eyes were boring into mine.

Once they’re close enough, she quickly lays out the rules again. “This fight is to submission. I will not be trying to hurt you more than absolutely necessary, and I expect the same from you. Once you’re out, we’ll pause the fight so you can leave safely. Upon leaving the arena floor, you can tag in up to two to replace you. You can choose how many people you send in to replace you, and I won’t pressure you in that decision. Then we’ll restart the fight once everyone is ready. Everyone happy?” They all smile and nod,

He announced, “The rules of the tournament are simple. Here are sixteen rolls of paper with the numbers one to eight written on them. There will be two pieces of each number, and those who picked the same number will fight. Whoever wins proceeds to the next round. The next round will the same thing and those who lose will continue fighting with this method.” At this, Max paused for a bit before continuing, “Of course, luck is also a factor in this approach, but that’s okay because this ranking is only temporary. In the future, if anyone of you refuses to accept the ranking of another, you can challenge that person at any time. If you win, you can take his ranking.” After explaining the rules

I assured him. “You’re cute when you're cocky.” “Now for the rules.” Moxdea announced. “No object may be taken in violence against the creature. They must willingly give them to you.” “So I can’t kill the minotaur and rip the nose ring out?” Cedric clarified. “No. And if any harm comes to the creatures, you will lose the challenge.” “Fuck, I already hate this.” Cedric muttered. “The next rule, you may not bring harm to your opponent or deter their journey. You must win fairly.”

Elijah sighed deeply as he looked at Roman briefly before making the next pronouncement. “Okay… you are allowed to use your abilities but please try not to wolf out. That would immediately end the game and winner becomes the other person that didn’t wolf out. Better now?” Elijah said. “Sounds more like a rule now.” Seth sighed as he listened to the rest of the ridiculous boundaries Elijah was setting as rules. Almost everything could get one disqualified.

Damon echoed, disbelief evident in his voice. Yes, Amara confirmed. Three months. Whoever wins takes me, and the other will back off. Darius's brows furrowed. And what are the rules? There will be rules and conditions, Amara explained. Once I establish them, if either of you refuses to participate, I will choose the one willing to go through with it. The weight of her words hung in the air as the brothers exchanged a tense glance. Neither was willing to back down.

She flipped through it slowly, eyes scanning the rules again. Rule 3: Weakness is not tolerated. Rule 7: Personal disputes must be settled in the ring. Rule 9: Hierarchy is earned through combat, obedience, and demonstration of strength. Her heart beat steadily. Not fast. Not slow. Focused. She pressed a hand to her chest—bound flat—and closed her eyes.

She read through the rules. RULE 1: Live under the pretense of happiness. In the public and everywhere besides your house, and with everyone except Anthony Kings, act like you're happy with your life and your relationship with Anthony Kings. RULE 2: Signing this agreement implies you will be Anthony Kings’ property. He and only he owns you and shall be bonded with you. This states that you shall forsake the opposite gender unless Anthony Kings permits.

If, after the tenth attempt, I fail, you are free to walk away with no penalty. Rule 2: For the duration of our association, you may not entertain any other man in your personal or emotional life. Fidelity remains absolute. Rule 3: You are prohibited from relieving yourself sexually by artificial means, including toys, vibrators, or any such devices. Your release shall be solely mine to command. Rule 4: I reserve the right to touch you at any time, in any manner I choose, without prior permission. Rule 5: You may not touch ——