Jace Norman Rule 34 Novels & Stories

He glanced up at her again, and she nodded. "Rule 3: We cannot meddle with each other's lives. This contract is only based on this contract." "Rule 4: After a year, we will be divorced, and you will be free. You will be compensated generously and much more." "And last, the last rule: this contract shall be kept concealed from the world, particularly my grandpa. We'll be couples outside, but nothing to each other inside. Do you understand?" Jace inquired as he closed the file.

she asks again. "No. Erina is a child. I'm a healthy man, my sexual preference is for mature women," Jace answered firmly. Erina jerks away from him. All eyes are on her now, waiting for a response. “No, Jace, you can't. You have to wait until I'm sixteen. And when I'm eighteen and shift for the first time, we'll mark each other. But you mustn't look at any other woman, not even sleeping with them," she says confidently, pointing a warning finger at him.

" Jace got to his knees immediately again, not bothering to tend to his bleeding nose. "You bastard," Norman Sanders gritted, crouching. "I gave you life! I gave you a name. Who do you think you are to question my orders? You are nothing, you piece of shit. Nothing!" He accompanied the hurtful words with a finger poking at Jace's face. This time, his broken nose bled out, and a drop stained the floor. "You will get married to Scarlett Tate, you better start seeing her as your wife. I don't care whatever deal we made. I gave you all that your useless father could not give you! If you mess up my business, I will send you back to the slum where you came from!"

I leaned against it. The next thing I knew, I lost my balance. I fell straight into his office. My eyes widened. I immediately looked up. Damien was standing there. Before I could say a word, his voice thundered through the room. “What are you doing here?” I froze. He took a step toward me. “Didn’t I tell you this place is out of bounds for you?” I swallowed hard. I had broken another rule. Again. I slowly got to my feet. My eyes moved over him for a second before I looked away.

“Okay. Six, Never miss his match and always there in every inter or intra school games. She must not be shy She must smile and hold hands She must put effort to make him the best player with her photography club team and feature him in magazine and school activities She must support his team and She must do everything to bring down Elliot's team by opening an anonymous account to bring Elliot down after he manipulated her.” My eyes widened and I wanted to feel pity but I remembered all he had done so I clenched my jaws. “I like that one.” Now, reading the ‘Rules we mustn't break. “We don't have to make love anywhere that isn't school unless it's in front of both our parents. Must not develop

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

"A Null… with an Alpha… a man with a man. They’ll brand us as broken...an abomination in the society... They’ll..." "Enough!" Elias’s roar was loud, shocking Jace. The trees seemed to shiver with it, Jace holding his breath. His face twisted in fury and pain, his blind eyes wet, his jaw clenched as though the truth Jace spoke was slicing him raw. "What’s wrong with you, little wolf? Do you think I care about their rules? About their whispers?"

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.

Kale’s POV This damn penthouse was too quiet, except for the low hum of the city far below. I laid on my back in the massive bed, staring at the dark ceiling. The duvet twisted around my legs like it was trying to trap me. Jace had left about an hour ago, but it still felt like his presence was lingering in the cold air, suffocating me. He had given me a long list of rules to follow. No social media posting. No unapproved contact with people from my old life. Highly limited school hours, restricted only to the absolute bare minimum required for me to graduate.

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