His Rules Novels & Stories

“If you want me to accept you as my stepsister, then there’s only one thing you need to do.” I looked at him carefully while he was looking at me as well. I wonder if he’s being sincere with his conditions. I don’t seem to trust him anymore after the way he lied and pretended that we’re fine with each other. “What is it?” I asked. “You need to follow all my rules,” he replied. “And how many rules do you have?” He stopped poking my head before showing me his five fingers. “Rule 5: Stay away from my personal businesses…” “Whoa… who gives a set of rules counting backward?” I commented.

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.”

I asked him. He shrugged. "You go first." I nodded. "You cannot add, remove or edit rules from this moment on," I reminded him and he placed his pen on the table. I smiled, satisfied, before starting to tell him my rules. "I only have five," I told him. He nodded. "I only have three."

I swear sometimes being best friends with River is like having a whole second mom who sees everything. “Rule number one, be nice to everyone. This includes the staff, no one is below you. Rule two, if you have a need, simply ask. Rule number three, there will be no sex or sexual contact. This is to ensure every female has a fair chance at winning over the alpha without trying to bribe him with your body.” River snorts, “what if rule number two negates rule number three?”

I said. “Rules? What type of rules are you talking about?” “Okay… Let's do this. We'll both take turns making rules that will bind this thing we are doing. Rules that will protect our plan and also be important to us somehow. Rules like dos and don'ts.” A look of understanding crossed his face, followed by his mouth forming an O. He blinked owlishly before nodding and motioning for me to go on ahead. “Rule number one; You must put an end to your constant partying and womanizing.”

“Rule 3: If you do whatever you want in this house, I can too. That comes with decorations and everything else.” A mocking smile forms on his face. “Is that all?” “Almost.” I smiled sweetly. “Last but not least, remember Rules 1, 2, and 3. I will not hesitate to retaliate.” The room is quiet. His green eyes shift from me to the list, and then he bursts out laughing. Deep, husky laughter resonates throughout the house. He straightens and smirks.

I quickly clamped my legs together and placed a pillow over my thick thighs he had been seeing for free. I couldn’t help feeling self conscious under his scrutinizing gaze. Reluctantly, I turned my attention to the contract he had placed in front of me and as I skimmed through the pages, my eyes widened in disbelief. There, in black and white, were twelve ridiculous rules that he expected me to adhere to. It felt like a slap in the face. Rule 1:The very week we get married,we try for a baby. Rule 2:You are not allowed to have any male friends or spend time alone with any man other than me.

"Don't make me angry, okay?" Still, there was no response, which only fueled Sam's passion and anger even more. "Answer!" Sam demanded, his voice thundering. It was terrifying and caused Beatrice to quickly nod. That made Sam smile with satisfaction, but he still didn't release his grip. There was one more thing he needed to emphasize to Beatrice. "Third rule," Sam said. This time he spoke with commanding eyes. It was not to be questioned, and Beatrice knew that if she violated it, severe punishment would follow. What exactly it was, Beatrice didn't know.

If you need to talk to someone you can talk to us or we can get you, someone, to talk to Rule 6- If you go somewhere tell one of us and take someone with you Rule 7- No going into the basement or the third floor... Got it?" I give him a 'are you serious' look and started talking "Ok rule 1 I respect people who respect me, Rule 2 and 3 have no problem with, Rule 4 it's my life and If I want a boyfriend I will have one not saying that I'm ready for one but if I am then it's none of your business,

It doesn't matter" he said. Somehow those words found a way of stabbing her hard in the chest. She didn't understand why she cared, why she wanted him to give a positive reply. She hated the way he answered like she didn't matter, and he was right though, she didn't matter. He looked at her whilst saying the words like he was waiting for her reaction, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her hurt. *What did he even have with Madison anyway?* she thought inwardly She plopped on her bed and brought out her rule book. She had found it in her bag while packing and concluded her master made the orders for the book to be placed in her bag. Probably as a reminder of her basic