Choices Rules Of Engagement Novels & Stories

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.

maybe both. Edward was walking around, looking serious. He said, "Here are the rules we need to follow. No weapons except for the guards. No using magic to scare anyone. Everything we agree on will be written down and witnessed." He said it like he was reading sacred scripture instead of guidelines for people who could tear each other's throats out. Marcus leaned against a pillar with that effortless hybrid energy of charm and danger. He didn't just examine the room.....he judged it. As if the walls might be hiding secrets or bad interior design choices.

He said. I blinked. “What? But….” I tried to protest. "If the person gets you off, you lose. If the person doesn't, you win. Is that clear?" He asked. I hesitated for a moment, and then I nodded. "Good." He said. "Next rule. No penetration of any kind.” He said and moved closer to me. “No matter how badly, the being seduced begs for it. The seducer can only use his mouth and tongue. Nothing else. No penetration is allowed." He whispered into my ears. His hot breath tickled me and I could feel myself getting aroused.

An awkward silence enveloped them until Creed blurted "Alright...Since now that we're on the same page...let me tell you the rules. There are three things you all need to keep in mind." "First...Pull out your most powerful weapon and go for the head. I don't care even if it costs you your speed but I need brutal force. When you are at your limit, give a signal, and I will choose the next sprinter." "Second, Don't keep track of my arrows, nor are you allowed to dodge them. Just focus on your own job and let me do mine!"

I commented. Eun-woo ignored me as he continued, “Rule 4: Don’t approach me just because you wanted to; Rule 3: Don’t try to talk to me if it’s not something educational-related; Rule 2: Don’t act as you know me personally; And most importantly, Rule 1: Never let anyone we’re step-siblings no matter what.” “Whoa… look who’s talking,” I mocked him. “Aren’t you the one doing as you pleased between the two of us?”

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

Korr said smoothly, spreading his arms. “Submission rules. No killing.” A beat. “Other than that… anything goes.” His eyes locked on mine. “First to yield loses the round.” He gestured to the ground between us. “Right here.” Another beat. “Right now.” Silence slammed into the clearing. Heavy. Electric. Waiting. Every instinct I had screamed at me to think. To slow down. To not do this. "I accept!” The words tore out of me before reason could catch up.

Ross tensed beside me and was ready to argue against the arrangement but Skylar spoke before either of us could. "I accept," she said firmly. "When do we fight and what are the rules? I want everything clear before we begin so there can be no disputes about the outcome." Marcus smiled and gestured to a clearing where his warriors had already gathered. "We fight now," he said. "The rules are simple and no weapons and no killing blows and first to submit loses everything." Skylar walked toward the clearing and Ross and I followed closely. Through the mate bond, I felt her determination mixed with fear and she knew this was dangerous but saw no other option.

1: All engagements must be consensual and initiated verbally or through previously agreed nonverbal cues. Clause 2.3: Control dynamics will be mutually respected. Clause 3.4: Safe words apply. Red stops everything. Yellow slows. Clause 4.0: Emotional detachment is not required. My heart was pounding before I even turned to the second page. Then I saw it, his signature at the bottom. Inked in bold, deliberate strokes. He’d signed it. And beside the blank space where mine was supposed to go, he'd written a single line in his handwriting: