Emma Watson Rule 34 Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

“Sleep. Tomorrow, Daria will show you the estate boundaries. Cross them, and I’ll assume you’re trying to escape.” “Rule four?” His lips twitched. “Rule four is: Don’t touch my things. That includes my books, my office, and my men.” He dropped his hand and left without another word. I touched the spot under my eye. My skin burned where he’d touched me. 364 days left. Rule one: Don’t fall in love with me. Rule two: Don’t lie. Rule three: No privacy. Rule four: Don’t touch his things. He’d given me four rules in one night. How many would he have by day 365?

"Is that how much you missed me?" "No, dumbass," she retorted, pushing herself to her feet, a flurry of conflicting emotions swirling within her. "We have rules, remember? Ground rules—you even wrote them down like some over-organized psycho." "Rule number nine," he recited, pulling out a soda and cracking it open with a satisfying hiss, "No abandoning the apartment for more than 24 hours without telling the other person." "Exactly," she emphasized, crossing her arms defensively. "You broke your own damn rule."

Maya had exactly three rules for survival, and Ethan Walsh was breaking every single one of them. Rule One: Don't let anyone get close enough to hurt you. Rule Two: Never depend on someone you can't walk away from. Rule Three: Trust your instincts when they scream danger. And right now, watching Ethan repair the porch railing with his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that had no business looking that capable, every instinct she had was screaming. Just not the kind of danger she was used to.

She stood up to read what Dame was talking about only to find such a problematic page. This agreement is made and entered into on this day by and between Lyra Villerio (hereinafter referred to as "Villerio") and Elvis Watson (hereinafter referred to as "Watson"). The purpose of this agreement is to settle any potential disputes arising from a recent incident involving Villerio and Watson. Villerio agrees that she will not disclose any information about how she knows that Watson intentionally ruined her image. In exchange, Watson agrees to clear Villerio's name by stating that he never gave any interview responses that would put Villerio in a bad light and that any negative comments were the