Emma Watson Rule 34 Novels & Stories

I said, leaning on the sofa and taking a sip of my whiskey. “We have some rules for section three. If you want you have to follow all these”, She said professionally, showing her smile. “Ok, What rules do you have,” I asked. “Sir, You have to give your identification card and have to sign with us a contract that you're never gonna disclose anything about your experience of the third section with anyone and if you do, you will have to face consequences. The fee charges are 10 billion, and you will get six months membership, and can renew it every six months”.

When was this app going to get there? Taking matters into her hands, Cassie deliberately rated the strong vibrations as “not strong” and hoped the app could take it up a notch. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< Back at the headquarters of Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation, CEO Wanda smirked. Someone was breaking the NNN challenge rule and seeking climax. The lady witch smiled and patted her unusual office plant, who hissed in return. “Oh hush,” the modern witch chided her pitted tentacle monster with twinkling eyes. Rule breakers had to be punished, but she wasn’t going to be the one dishing them out. Karma would take care of it like it always did.

Thank goodness Greyson was away and I had a secure place to stash this uncooperative witness. Safely tucked away in the shed-turned-safe-room, the Watson woman mumbled as I carried her, her eyelids fluttering and muscles twitching. Good, she was coming to. Time to grill her about the report and its contents. This frail-looking woman wouldn't hold out for long. Once I had the report, well... Ms. Adriana would likely be "leaving town" just like that former lawyer. Regrettable, but a necessary evil in the grand scheme of things.

I let go of Camila's boobs and grabbed Vivian’s hands. “I have three rules that you must follow, there will be punishment every time you break a rule”. I move my fingers in circles on Vivian’s palm. “Rule one, you are not allowed to touch me unless I permit it” “Rule two, you must obey my every command” I ran a finger over Camila’s face and stopped at her slightly parted lips, then slowly slid it in. “And rule three, I will take you anytime and anywhere I please, you are not allowed to refuse”

I looked away quickly as my chest hurt the more. Aric stood nearby with a stack of papers in his hand. “About time,” the man said, his gaze sliding over me like he’s bored. “Begin.” Aric cleared his throat and started reading. “Rule one: You are not allowed to talk to anyone. Rule two: You are not allowed to bring anyone into your room or sleep in anyone's room. Rule three: You are not allowed to leave the packhouse for any reason. Rule four: Speaking to ranked wolves without permission is punishable. Rule five: Disobeying orders results in confinement or more…”

He was a dangerous man, but a wave of relief crashed over me when I heard that the Dark Realm Auction had a rule protecting the women who were sold off. As I read the file, my jaw dropped. My tummy twisted, and my heart raced loudly against my eardrums as it follows: **Rules and Regulations** 1. Party A (me?) mustn't go anywhere without letting Party B (Ethan) know. 2. Party A (me) mustn't get into any secret affair with any other man except with Party B. 3. Party A (me) must get prepared to serve Party B every night on the bed and other sexual activity. No refusal is allowed.

He can't wait to get rid of me, can he? My eyes scanned through it and the rules listed there just confirmed that I'm nothing to him. 1. Never tell anyone about us—especially Nyra Brooks. 2. Never approach him ever again, unless it's absolutely necessary. 3. Never try to get more than the rewards he's offering. Really? This is all that he thinks of me, huh? Six months and all he thinks is that I did it for the money. I swear… I'll keep to these rules. With barely restrained rage, I tried not to rip the paper apart—I quickly signed on it and threw it on the floor.

She had no frame of reference for what men like the Blackwoods might want. In the end, her hard limits list was short and pathetic: 1. No permanent marks or scarring 2. No sharing with anyone outside the three clients 3. No recording or photographing without consent 4. No extreme violence The last one felt inadequate even as she typed it. What qualified as "extreme"? But she didn't know how else to phrase it. At 7:45 PM, with fifteen minutes to spare, Eve signed the contract electronically. Her cursor hovered over the "submit" button for a full minute.

Chapter 20: Rhian Jasmine Reign’s POV Only if I could, I would murder someone right now. This is exactly what I was afraid of happening. I took another glance at Chris’s phone, and my stomach twisted. My face was being exposed. Every person on campus knew about what happened earlier.

Cute. Maxwell stole a glance at me, that annoying lazy grin I’d always wanted to wipe off, still on his face. He turned back to Ethan and spoke. “But she’s a girl. It would be a bit unfair you know.” “I don't need anyone’s pity. I’ll compete.” Glaring at Maxwell for trying to discriminate me making him raise his arms in mock surrender. “Sorry. Was looking out for you.” I huffed, let go of the Unicorn, and turned to Ethan, who always sat back and watched me go back and forth with Maxwell. “Any rules?”