Long Way Down Rules Novelas e Histórias

I stuck it to the fridge anyway, right at eye level so I’d see it every time I opened the door for water or leftovers or just to stand there staring at nothing. **Long-Distance Rules (Tentative Draft #4)** 1. Video calls at least 4× a week. No canceling unless someone is literally bleeding. 2. No scrolling through each other’s social media at 2 a.m. looking for clues. 3. If either of us is having a bad day, we say it. No “I’m fine” bullshit. 4. Care packages must contain at least one stupid thing (croissant pillow optional). 5. No jealousy over groupies / fans / cheerleaders / random baristas who smile too long.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

I purred. They sat down immediately, completely zeroed in on my entire look. The lust they were feeling was overwhelming, and that just spurred me on. The music I picked for tonight was a mix of slow and sensual. My aim was to torture them in the best way possible. “We have rules for this game. If you abide by the rules, you will love the prize even more than this. Rule one is that you do not touch me. You must observe self-control. Rule two is that you may ask for me to do something specific, but you can’t leave your chair. Rule three is that you enjoy it. Do we have a deal?”

Kaelen Sanders was playing a game I didn't understand yet, but as we dropped down to the lower floors, I locked my jaw. Whatever he was waiting for me to do, I wasn't going to break.

BOOOOMMMM The towering staircase had fully materialized, and as everyone watched, a barrier appeared that prevented anyone from climbing it. They immediately set to work organizing their young ones to ascend the steps. Only those who reached the summit could advance to the next round, while those who failed would be cast off the staircase. The rules there were also very simple and straightforward: they only had to climb, and they were allowed to use any means necessary to reach the top. Even if they killed each other while climbing, there were no rules prohibiting killing there, and they were free to act as they pleased. Long Chen looked up at the sky; the eyes were there, but no one could s

I argue. “No, it’s not,” Ben frowns at me as if I just said the world is a triangle. “Five games, winner has to win three times or more,” Leo says. “We’d hide first. Close your eyes and count till thirty. Don’t cheat,” he raps the rules, grabbing his wife. Ben and I turn around, close our eyes, and then start counting for them, but I can hear the water ripples and what direction they went. Sike.

“At least in the eyes of the public. So, if you're having trouble reading the rules, why don't you, my darling husband, take a seat, and I'll explain?” He smirks, unbuttons his coat, and takes a seat opposite me. “Why don't you explain your rules to me, darling?” His tone is mocking, but that will be wiped away soon enough. I clear my throat and straighten up. “Rule 1: Work is to be done by 5 or 7 at the latest. As the CEO, you are not to be home later than 9. Any time after that, there will be consequences.” His eyes remain fixed on me, a cold smirk on his lips. “And if I don't come home by that time?”

“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...

I could still pull up official updates online. Watching Victoria and the others slowly lose their spirit, I decided that it was time to start the game. I announced the rules to them over the room's speaker. Now I could see they had clearly lost the arrogance they had when they first arrived. I said, "Alright. The first game begins. I'll explain the rules." I cleared my throat. "Each of you will share the worst thing you think you've ever done. I'll judge each person's story. Whoever wins gets to leave this room and choose freely from the supplies outside."