Emma Watson Rule 34 Novels & Stories

But responding. And that… That was enough. For now. Watson watched the interaction in silence, his expression unreadable, but his mind already moving ahead, already calculating, already anticipating the next step, the next move, the next escalation. Because this was no longer contained. Not legally. Not emotionally. Not strategically. And as Raymond stood there, holding Tricia’s hand with a quiet promise he had no intention of breaking, Watson’s phone vibrated. He glanced down. Read the message. And for the first time since entering the room, his expression changed.

"And read this. These are the rules of this house. We need to be clear on how this is going to work." I opened the folder. The list was short and typed in a plain font. 1. No talking about the past. Ever. 2. No touching in private. We are business partners. 3. When the cameras are on, you are the person I love most in the world. I read the third rule twice. It felt like a slap in the face. "The person you love most? Isn't that a bit much?"

“My lawyer. Not one of yours.” “Reasonable.” “I need to be able to leave.” “You may leave whenever you choose.” “But if I leave before the year?” “You forfeit the completion payment.” Of course. “Any other punishments?” “No.” She did not believe him. Maybe he knew. “What are the rules?” she asked. He opened a drawer and removed a single sheet of paper. Of course there was a rules page. He handed it to her. Violet read. No entry to the east corridor after midnight.

he declared, scanning her angry face. "I am not your mistress," she retorted fiercely, a rebellious thought surfacing in her mind. "Only speak when spoken to. Don't come in my way. You are to stay in your room unless called out. Show respect to your superiors, especially my pack members. You are not allowed to leave the mansion's territory; if I find you did, I will punish you severely. Some places are off-limits, except this mansion. You should stay inside on a full moon night and avoid contact with other male members of my pack, except a few. You are allowed to call your parents only once a month. I hope you understand everything," Wyatt laid out his controlling rules.

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

‎ ‎I didn’t ask. ‎ ‎The rule was clear. ‎ ‎No other men will touch you. Ever. ‎ ‎The door closed behind us when we arrived at the mansion. ‎ ‎Click. ‎ ‎Locked. ‎ ‎Ethan loosened his cufflinks slowly, deliberately, as though savoring every second. ‎ ‎“Do you know which rule you broke?” he asked quietly. ‎ ‎“Yes,” I whispered. ‎ ‎“Say it.” ‎ ‎I swallowed. “No other men are allowed to touch me.”

I tried to smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous I was. “Sorry to interrupt, Beta. I just wanted to know more about the rules here in Sapphire Water Pack,” I said cautiously. Beta Rohan chuckled lightly. “We’re not as strict as you might think. There are only three main rules: don’t harm fellow members without cause, always hide your wolf form from the mundanes, and don’t enter the far room on the third floor—that’s Alpha Caspian’s private quarters. Apart from that, your life is your own.” I nodded slowly. For some reason, that last sentence stung a little.

Wills Watson looked down at the lady lying on the ground condescendingly: "Listen up, Jany Enderson , for the rest of your life, you will be living here, I want to make you constantly remember your sins, and fear cannot calm down, I want to make you understand that while you are alive, it is more painful than dying. I will make you personally see your family disintegrate and wait for you to see that." After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. She crawled forward and grabbed the bottom of Wills Waltson 's pants. "Mr. Waltson , please, don't touch my son." Wills Watson laughed coldly: "Do you think that you have the qualifications to beg me?" He lifted his foot, shoo

Believe me, one thing though, when I say you will regret doing this, I mean every single word. Do not forget you left everything behind, so all those papers you left on your desk do not belong to you anymore and we are allowed to use them however we want to. Kind regards Mr. Watson What the hell was he up to?! My head was pounding like someone was drilling directly into my brain.