Choices Rules Of Engagement Novels & Stories

"This fight is the first of many others, and as such, I was chosen to dictate when the winner has been decided!! The rules for this match are simple, incapacitate your enemy until it can´t fight back!! Or you can capture or defeat the general of the enemy team!!" As he explained the rules, I noticed that the weapons of our enemies were not as regulated as ours. "Isabella, can you see?" "...... Yhea... Those things are real..." "And something tells me that their ammo might be too" "Tch... Should we stop the fight?" "If that´s what you want, then-" "I want to do what you want. If you assure me that we´ll get out of this alive I´ll follow you, if not, I´m taking a step back with you"

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

“But I did bring this.” “What's that?” “Rules. Rules we follow now that we're boyfriend and girlfriend.” “Fake.” I corrected, laying emphasis. I collected the paper from his hands and read through. “The fake relationship contract.” I laughed and continued reading while he relaxed back, watching the surroundings. “Rules we follow. Number 1. No intimacy, strictly platonic.” I laughed. Of course. We're not doing that. My eyes went back to the paper. “Unless Sharing kisses and hugs in front of everyone in the rink and in the classroom.” I gulped. “Two, always display PDA to make the relationship look real. Three, Must follow Trevor to the rink to snap and cheer. Four, Always be together especial

Having no choices, I pointed at the spot beside the window side and explained the rule patiently, " We have walls around. I will draw circles on it and then you will have to fire just at that point. If you fail, I will shot in your heart. If you win, I will shot in your leg. Play wisely! " I asserted my rules confidently and spun around only to see tears in their eyes. They were trembling literally. I clapped my palms urgingly, " Come..Come..." They hesitated but crunched up from the floor to walk onto me. I smiled at them widely before making a space to led them take the stand.

Rachel arched her brows. “Well, it's more like a kissing game. Two people would be chosen and they have to spend two minutes in either a room or anywhere. The rules are simple. No cell phones, send the chosen two into a private room for 7 minutes, the door must be closed, the lights turned off, and let the chosen two out after 7 minutes” Tegga explained. “That sounds cool. So what would they be doing during the 7 minutes?” Aaliyah asked. “That is up to them. They can choose to kiss, romance, kill themselves, talk, or ....even have sex.”

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“I knew you wouldn’t come empty-handed.” “And you should also know that I won’t leave my seat empty.” He tapped the floor with his cane and ordered, “State your conditions.” I met every eye in the room. “First, the port remains under my direct control. Second, everyone left from Drake’s operation will be re-evaluated. Third, from today on, finance, security, and warehousing must be separate. No one person holds everything. Fourth–” I paused, glancing at the old man who’d advised me to go home earlier.

She sat at the table, pulled out a notebook, and wrote: RULES OF ENGAGEMENT 1. Public appearances only. No alone time outside of planning. 2. No kissing unless necessary for the performance. 3. No real feelings. 4. No asking about the scandal. 5. Ends after scholarship decision. She stared at rule four. No asking about the scandal. She wanted to know. Desperately. But asking meant caring, and caring meant vulnerability, and vulnerability was the one thing she couldn't afford. The door opened at 11:58.

Voice low and deliberate. The thirty days are gone. You chose to stay. That choice is permanent now. So we rewrite the rules. He picked up a single sheet of thick cream paper from the table. No fancy contract. Just his handwriting. Clean. Sharp. Rule one. You exist for my pleasure. Your orgasms, your pain, your tears, your laughter, your sleep, your hunger, every breath belongs to me. You don’t come without permission. You don’t touch yourself without permission. You don’t speak without permission when we’re in scene. Outside of scene you may ask questions. You may say no to anything that crosses your hard limits from the original list. But those limits are the only walls left.

The sharp line of his jaw caught the light—and that faint scar I had traced the night before. Something about that made my chest tighten briefly. He carried no weapon yet. Just himself. Relaxed. Ready. Watching me. “Rules?” I asked. Lucian tilted his head slightly. “No claws. No shifting unless you need to. No blood if we can avoid it.” His gaze sharpened. “First to tap out, give up, or stay pinned for a count of three loses.” His voice dropped slightly. “And if at any point it’s too much—” “I say stop,” I finished.