Emma Watson Rule 34 Novels & Stories

I pointed out. He nodded. "The day I saw you was the first day I left the packhouse." I blinked at his revelation. No wonder his mother thought I was his mate the first time she saw me. Ambrose let out a heavy breath. "Third and last rule, I can break your rules if necessary. This rule, in particular, is unmodifiable, unchangeable and noneditable." I dropped the pen I was holding. I couldn't believe he made a rule like that! I stared at him, shocked to my wits because I have never expected someone to be this wise annoyingly wise! "That can't be!"

Did he care? Then I remembered the conversation we had earlier. Who was Clara? what had happened between them? Did anything happen between them? Were they lovers? What had Jason done? But most importantly, I recalled Josh’s statement. “… he won’t date anyone, especially from his workplace.” He had his rules and I had mine. But why did it feel like I was already breaking mine?

I told her as a huge smile spread across my face. “Let me finish, Alpha Nathan.” Emma sighed. “I will have dinner with you, but I have rules of my own.” I frowned. What rules? Emma took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. “Four warriors will come with me.” she began explaining her rules to me. “They will wait outside of the restaurant. I won’t go anywhere with you after dinner. Logan will pick me up in front of the restaurant. If at any point you start talking about me leaving my mate, I will leave the dinner immediately.”

“Your life, Zoe, no longer belongs to you. You will follow my rules. If you dare to break them, you will regret it.” His tone was clipped and businesslike. He flipped the first page. “Rule number one: You speak only when spoken to. Ever. Anywhere.” My throat tightened. He waited. “Yes, Mr. Gatsby.” “Rule number two: Your body is mine. That means no refusal, no hesitation, no boundaries unless you’re on your period and I choose to set them.” My stomach dropped. “Rule number three: You will kneel whenever I enter the room unless ordered otherwise.”

He realized she would have to break through the walls of his privacy, to share parts of his life so their charade would appear real. “I just hope you don’t drive me insane, Myriam Bennett. You’re an expert at that,” he muttered. Picking up his iPad, he began drafting his conditions. “There will be no intimacy,” was the first thing he wrote. “You won’t embarrass me in front of my employees,” he typed next. “Nor will you get your way; you’ll follow my rules,” he added. And the list went on. The next morning, well before Myriam’s alarm went off, the music of her phone stirred her awake.

He spreads his arms along the back like he’s claiming territory. “Should I be taking notes on this legislation?” “Rule one: no women. Period. End of discussion.” “Already jealous? We’ve been roommates for twelve hours.” I ignore his smirk. “Rule two: no unauthorized exits. Rule three: no mysterious phone calls. Rule four: no suspicious meetings. This apartment is now Fort Knox.” He stretches his legs out, all lazy confidence and dangerous muscle. “That’s actually three separate rules, but who’s counting?” “Rule five: keep your hands off my belongings.”

MARRIAGE CONTRACT AGREEMENT: ZAYN HEMSWORTH & JADE STEVENSON. What the fuck is this? My eyes scan the bullet points. RULE THREE: No physical relationship. Do not touch me unless I am plunging to my death. RULE FOUR: You will not investigate my past without my permission. RULE FIVE: If either of us wishes to terminate this agreement after one year, both parties will separate without dispute. However, if Jade Stevenson requests an earlier termination, Zayn Hemsworth agrees to comply immediately. RULE SIX: Do not, under any circumstances, fall in love.

That was the beginning of her new reality. With no job to anchor her to the outside world, no deadlines, no meetings, no escape routes, Emma’s entire existence narrowed to one singular purpose: full-time, total submission to Mark, Jax, and Marcus. The house rules were posted on the fridge the same day simple, uncompromising, and instantly enforced by every man the moment they stepped through the door. **House Rules for Emma:** - Completely naked at all times when Mark is not present. - Collar and plug always in place.

“Earlier on you said there were rules I had to follow to make this work,” I paused, putting a slice of steak in my mouth and sipping on my wine. “So what are the rules?” “Rule number one - Do not touch my personal properties. I hate it when strangers go through my stuff.” I scoffed, feeling insulted. “I wasn't planning to.” “Rule number two - all meals, groceries and deliveries should and must go through Elias,” “So if I need to get stuff that's personal and women related I have to go through Elias?”