My Best Friend Has One Rule Novels & Stories

His jaw was tight, but he didn’t grab the phone from me. “You were my friend,” I said. “And you were his wife. Friendship died in that bedroom the same day your marriage did.” “If you post that photo, you are not hurting Adrian. You are helping Damien keep me tied to a man who will not sign.” “Maybe I want you tied. Maybe I like watching you scramble and suffer.” My free hand curled into a fist. “What kind of human are you?? What did he promise you this time?” “I don’t think that is your business anymore.”

If talking to other men, you must be 5 feet apart, and if talking is required, I will be with you. 6. No one can touch you, even with the tip of your finger. 7. No one should know about this. .. After reading Alex’s rules, I let it go and keept it to one of drawer on my vanity table before I lay down on the bed. I felt weak and soft after reading them. Just the number-one rule gave me a headache. What did he think of me? Does he think that I have many reservation people like him? On the other hand, I don’t see anything in which I can disobey the rules he likes. I don’t have any friends; no one wants to talk to me at school, except for rule number three. What does he mean by that?

She pouted when she saw what I wrote. "What?" She didn't reply, she only shrugged her shoulders. "You wrote just five rules here. First one, we will not invade each other's privacy. Two, Number Five is very very important" She looked at me and I gave her the go ahead look. "Three, we can bring in friends but no late night parties. I don't do parties, I don't have much friends" She said before she continued "Four, Rule number Five is very very important and specially important. Five, please do not cook" she dropped the book in anger and I tried holding myself back from laughing.

He threw it at me and I caught it. "Open that book and go to page 50, rule 89. Read it." I did as he bid with an eye roll and got to the page, "Rule eighty-nine." I began, "On no account should there be privacy or boundaries between best friends for it creates rifts, and arguments and breaks the relationship."I mouthed it to myself alone knowing I would stutter if I tried to read the words out, I slammed the pages shut, "Who wrote this shit?" "Turn to the covers dummy."

No falling in love with each other. "I... I can't... You're mistaken, Gab. That's breaking rule number one—we're not allowed to even like each other—" "Fvck the rules! I don't give a hell about them, Nick. You are the only one who set that rule even though I never said yes.” “No, Gab. Don’t do this—”

”Wasn’t it the same you that was screaming at me only few seconds ago? “It wasn’t my fault that you fell though. It was stupid Noah’s.” “What is your problem anyway? You didn’t have to react the way you did. We weren’t doing anything wrong in the first place!” He stared at me hard for a few seconds. And then broke the silence. “Remember rule 2 of our contract? You are not allowed to have any male friends or spend time alone with any man other than me. Now,does Noah fucking identify as a female to you?”

With a small smile towards her and an annoyed sound from London, Brendan takes a deep breath. "Our last rule is that no one is allowed to have any friends outside of Crash Course Rebellion. Only aquaintances."

"I just hope we'll be able to fix it in the end." "You're still my best friend, Leo. I won't hold it against you if she chooses you in the end. I hope you'd feel the same way." He nodded his head in agreement. I extended my hand for him to take, and he did. We shook, as if promising those words. "We need rules." He blurted. "We can't interrupt one another. Like if we know we have plans with her, the other can't butt in." "Sounds fair. As you know, I have plans with her tonight at 8." I nodded.

“Your body is surely telling me a whole different tale. You want me to fuck the hell out of you, and you know it, sweetheart.” Oh God, yes. He was right. And I was beginning to question my main intent for wanting us to go clubbing. “You know you never really told me the rules for the no-strings-attached thing.” I said breathlessly. “Never fuck a friend, never fuck a friend's friend, never share secrets, no cuddling or sleepovers whatsoever, never fuck someone who looks like they can fall in love with you...” “Looks like?” I chuckled. “Love can catch anyone off guard. Just wait till it happens to you.”

And underneath, a question: Do you want the man who makes the rules or the one who breaks them? I stared at it for hours. Then I did something I swore I wouldn’t. I wrote a rule of my own. RULE 9: You’ll both come to my room tonight. But only one of you will be allowed to touch me. The other must watch. And I slid it under both their doors. Now I wait. Naked. Plugged. Blindfolded. One will come first. The other will arrive later. But only one of them will win. “In a house with too many secrets, the final rule is the one that breaks you.”