Emma Watson Rule 34 Novels & Stories

His eyes held hers, steady and sharp. “But privately, we respect boundaries.” Something about the way he said it didn’t feel simple. Emily noticed. “So, there would be rules,” she said. “Yes. Of course.” “And if I break them?” Ethan leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed but his presence anything but. “Then we’ll have a different conversation. And one more thing: keep this in your left hand. You don’t break Ethan Reed Rules.” The air shifted. Claire cleared her throat softly. “The benefits are listed security, identity, financial coverage”

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.

She barely recognized the woman looking back but she trusted her more than the girl she used to be. She pressed her palms to the sink. You belong to the war now. “No,” she whispered to her reflection. “The war belongs to me.” Her phone buzzed. A new message. Same unknown number. SPECTER: Rules matter. If we’re to work together, you’ll need mine. Another message followed immediately. SPECTER: Rule One: You don’t act without my clearance. Rule Two: Elias stays out of direct contact. Rule Three: Leonardo dies when I say so.

“Rules for this arrangement.” Rachael frowned. “Rules?” “Yes. If we’re going to continue pretending, we need structure.” He slid the notepad across the desk toward her. There were five rules written clearly: Public appearances only when necessary. No physical intimacy beyond what is needed for appearances. No personal details shared with family or coworkers. If either of us feels uncomfortable, we stop immediately. No social media or public records connecting us. Rachael read the list in silence. “This feels like a contract,” she said.

She had noticed how bleak she was these past days and she had said it was nothing Everytime she asked. “ I have broken a rule” she replied plainly. Emma has a set of rules she goes by since she turned eighteen, dating rules that she claimed guide her heart. Just like her Emma was from a broken home but unlike her she had a very much present father that had abused both her and her mother and a series of stepfathers that only continue from where her then dead father had stopped or worst, she believes The women in her family where cursed so she created these rules from her mother's mistakes and was dead serious about them she was never going to be her mom or any of her aunts.

“No bringing up past… entanglements.” “Define entanglements.” “You know what I mean.” “So, no talking about James, any lady from your past, or the woman from the VIP suite?” His face tightened. “Exactly.” I smirked. “Fine. Then rule three: No unnecessary physical contact.” He raised an eyebrow. “Define unnecessary.” I held his gaze. “Any contact not in public or required for photos.” “So... if I wake up choking in my sleep, I can’t tap your shoulder for help?”

"No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office." "Agreed." "And if this starts affecting my job or your relationship with Anthony, we stop." I do not like that rule, but I understand it. "Agreed." "And Richard? I won't be your dirty secret. If this becomes something real, something serious, eventually we go public. I won't hide forever." "Deal." She smiles, and it transforms her entire face. "Then we have an agreement, Mister Westwood." I pull her against me, feeling her body melt into mine. "We do, Miss Hart."

The first rule said, 'She does not have the right to complain when her contractor chooses to have different sex sessions with her. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat and stole a glance at Charles and the man behind him. She found they were also staring at her. She blinked hard and returned her eyes to read the next rule, 'She shouldn't say any insult to him while staying under his roof'. That was normal enough. She wasn't one to insult people so there was no reason for them to worry over that. She then went back to reading. The third rule said, 'After she had given birth to the child, she would disappear forever like she never existed in the first place'.

Butterflies quickly filled my stomach at the way my name sounds so adorable when coming out of his alluring lips. “There are 3 major rules I will be needing you to follow, Mate.” he ordered. Is it just me but the way he added the word ‘mate’ seems like, if I dared go against his so-called rules- I’m sure dead? “Rule one- Never on any circumstances leave this mansion without my consent. Rule two- Never show or give what’s rightfully mine to another man if not you are only digging his grave. Rule three- Never try to take advantage of the fact that you are my mate and do something you know, I know, we both know I detest, Mate.”

Vivian stared at me, stunned, before collapsing into uncontrollable sobs. "I... I just gave in to temptation! Please help me pay the taxes my company owes—or I'll go to prison. If you help me, I'll come home and be a full-time wife. I'll take good care of you, and we can have another child..." I couldn't listen anymore. I stood up and stepped away from her. "This house is my premarital property. Move out immediately, or I'll have your things thrown out on the street." Why would I want a full-time wife who cheats on me and tries to trap me with another man's child?