Good Men Don T Need Rules Novels & Stories

Turns. Stares. Long stare. Dangerous stare. Then he says: “We need rules.” I nearly choke. “Rules for WHAT?!” “For us.” “THERE IS NO ‘US.’” He ignores me. “We need to manage the scandal.” “O-okay. Yes. Good. Great. A plan. A NORMAL plan.” He holds up one finger. “Rule 1: Stay close to me.” My soul: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

She remembered this rule vividly because it was one of the most bizarre. "I know, Praewa! But it might be the only way out!" Boom replied impatiently. "Are we going to wait for these crazy rules to take us out one by one?!" He believed in his own instincts and wasn't afraid to take a risk. "Listen! It's just like business. Every opportunity comes with a risk. But if you don't take the risk, you'll never profit! This is the same. If we don't take a risk, we'll never have a chance to survive!" Boom said, quoting his personal mantra, as if to instill confidence in himself.

Instead, he smiled warmly when he turned to me after his sermon ended. “Megan dear, I hope you keep to the rules?” he asked me. I nodded curtly and returned the smile, even though mine didn’t reach my eyes. The rules were simple, and I knew they would be easier on me than on Charles because he was the social butterfly. The one rule that annoyed him was the ‘no publicly associating with women that weren’t me.’ I gloated when Mr. McCall brought it up, annoying Charles. I thought all the rules were fair until Mr. McCall said, “Megan dear, don’t you think you should quit your job? It might be dangerous for the wife of my son to be roaming around unprotected.”

Close enough that I had to tilt my head back. “Eli.” I shut up. He looked down at me, eyes dark, voice low. “You’re spiraling.” “Maybe a little,” I admitted. His hand came up, thumb brushing my jaw—slow, deliberate. My breath caught. “Rule one,” he said. “We don’t overthink it.” “That’s not a rule, that’s a personality trait you have that I don’t.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Fine. Rule one: only when we both want it. No pressure. No schedule.”

When I asked why they didn’t just make it available so they could at least make some money from it, they looked at me funny. Because they’re rich enough to make such foolish purchases, they don’t see why they should care. So stupid. While eating, I was given a set of ground rules by Niccolo. “Rule 1: You can’t tell anyone you’re sleeping with us. Trust is important. We should be able to trust and respect each other.” I haven’t slept with them, though, so does it really count if my best friends know? “Rule 2: When one of us needs you, you must drop everything you’re doing.”

“True.” I folded my arms. “But if we’re doing this, we need rules.” Raid groaned dramatically, falling back on the bed. He looked like a kid in timeout. “Jesus. Of course you’re a rules person. Fine,” he sighed. “Hit me.” I straightened slightly. “Rule number one. No sleeping around.” Raid blinked, shooting up from the bed so fast I thought he’d break his back. Dramatic much? “That’s your first rule?” “Yes.”

“Is his life worth more than mine to you people? If he’s so valuable. If the White Lutos cares about him, then why not just pay the debt? End it. Problem solved. Why drag in Blood Moon and leave me to do the convincing?” The man regarded me with the same flat patience he’d worn since I’d walked in. He blew a slow stream of smoke that melted into the lamp-light and let the silence stretch until it stung. “You ask the question as if it’s simple,” he said finally. “It isn’t.” He tapped the glass twice, like punctuation. “There are rules, Dominus. Rules that even we, those who dance closest to the center must obey.” “Rules?” I laughed, but it came out raw. “You sit there and speak of rules as if

"As long as you're here, you're going to live by all these rules. Rule Number One; You only speak when you're being asked a question. Rule Number Two; I talk once, you talk twice, you'd get punched. Rule Number Three; Do not disrespect me or any of my men. Rule Number Four; Always do what you're being instructed to do. Rule Number Five; No cursing. And lastly Rule Number Six; Do not try to escape no matter how difficult it may seem, cause if I by any means learn you're plotting such, you're going to earn a bullet on your leg." He concludes, attempting to look and sound dangerous like a boss, but I suprisingly scoff. "And if I don't follow all these rules?" I inquire swallowing the bile that

If I am being honest, he is handsome and I love his size, I am actually attracted to chubby guys but he just insulted me and I can't let him get away with it. "Ahahaha, that's not new. I know my size but there is no need bantering words with you. As long as you are here, I have a few rules... So jot them down if you have to." He stated and I just stared at him. "No untidiness, I need everything to be exactly where I left them, do not sit on this couch." He pointed at the couch he just got up from. "It's Italian and it's my favorite, no noise or loud music, stay out of my way and out of sight... If you follow my rules, there will be peace." He said sternly and I am more determined to frustrat

What if I fail when I’m actually trying? And Yohan even suggesting to shift even though ravages aren’t allowed to? The only ones with permission from the laws of Cinco are men in the security forces. Common folk aren’t permitted to do so. Eyeing him, I start thinking if he’s one of those people that disregards every single rule the government does for peace and order. There are some rules and mandates that need further attention but not everything the government does is bad. Yohan shrugs after I don’t reply. “It was just a suggestion, you don't have to do it.”