His Rules Novels & Stories

Just waiting for a reaction like he had time to dissect every expression I made. I stabbed a piece of chicken so hard the plate clicked. He finally spoke. “Let’s get this over with.” I frowned. “Get what over with?” “My rules.” “Of course,” I muttered. “You look like a man who memorizes rules the way other people memorize phone numbers.” He didn’t react. Not even a twitch of amusement. “Rule one,” he said calmly. “You don’t leave the property without me.” “That sounds like imprisonment.” “It’s called safety.”

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

’ I mulled in my head as I watched him lay out more rules while I fantasized about him in my head. “Rule…” he breathed, and I panicked. “What! Are you not done with the rules?” I asked, frustrated, wondering why he had so many rules, but he just shrugged off my words. “I have so many rules, Ms Kendrick, because I need to keep you in check, and any break in any of the rules, you are out!” He deadpanned, and my eyes flickered with fear. “Out? Do you mean I will lose my job?” I asked, and he nodded his head.

my serious nature returned; the aura of an alpha enveloped all of them. “Now, let's go over what we discussed at home.” “Nicky, you first.” “Okay, first rule, under no circumstances should you fight; fighting is not allowed.” "Neil." “Second rule, under no provocation should we fight, and also no gambling.” "Nora," I could already feel a headache coming as I looked at her. “Third rule, no fighting, no killing, no maiming, no pranks on people, no breaking up relationships, no illegal business, no stealing, no smoking, and most importantly, for every good deal, get your money in cash or kind.”

“Christian told me. Everyone tells me. It’s not new.” She blinks, slightly taken aback, before holding out a crisp set of stapled papers. “Right. Well... here are the rules. Mr. Christian likes things—” “Rules?” I didn’t—wait. Now that I remember it, I actually heard Christian talking about rules, though I didn’t pay attention because... that shit in front of him didn’t let me. I grab the papers quickly, my eyes scanning the top line before I even process the rest. Do not leave the estate without permission. Curfew: 9:00 p.m. Phone on at all times. Never go to the top floor. No visitors. Don't this, don't that, don't, don't, don't...

It swings back open and whacks my shin for good measure. “I felt bad for you,” I tell the door, hopping on one foot, “but now I think you deserved it.” Great. Talking to furniture. Totally fine. That’s when I notice the paper taped inside the door. Big black letters at the top. RULES. Ten of them. Neat. Precise. Ruthless. “Oh.” I read them. Try to understand them. Control. That’s what it’s all about, I realize. These 10 points are a way to manage every aspect of his life — from racing to sex.

I was just thinking about it constantly. My ribs had mostly stopped complaining. My legs worked again, which meant I technically could run, which meant I kept measuring the distance to the glass. So I'd made rules. Mental ones. Rule one: no feelings. Rule two: nothing above the shoulders gets touched. Rule three: if he says anything sweet, bite him. Rule four: do not, under any circumstances, notice his forearms. I was already failing rule four, and he wasn't even in the room.

he sat down and I balanced myself on his lap. He pushed me off hurriedly saying, "Wait! We need to set some rules first." "No rules, it's too late for that." "This is your challenge, so I set the rules and you follow them. If you break them, you lose." He said in an authoritative voice. "This is no challenge anymore, just bullsh*t." "Every game has rules." He said adamantly. "Fine!" "Rule #1: You shouldn't touch me there," he said pointing downward, "not with your hands, and not with any part of your body. If you do, you automatically fail."

I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

Furrowing the brows I looked at him. "As per rule number 105...wait you don't remember the rules?" "You don't expect me to memorize all two hundred and fifty rules." I was nervous, did he think that I would learn every one of them? "It wasn't necessary anyway, so the rule was that we will help each other and will never let anyone hurt any one of us." Wasn't he too caring? No, because Noah told me that he was the one who kept all these rules. Every day was showing me a different side of this guy and many different things were entering my life making my life more hard, difficult.