No Rules Txt Novels & Stories

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.

"Tomorrow at 10pm Marksons Hotels and suites, room 306. Rules 'no eyes' 'no talking' 'no pants on your hot waist' 'no names' yes or no? I read the text from the anonymous number and a broad smile flashed on my face as I replied.

"And read this. These are the rules of this house. We need to be clear on how this is going to work." I opened the folder. The list was short and typed in a plain font. 1. No talking about the past. Ever. 2. No touching in private. We are business partners. 3. When the cameras are on, you are the person I love most in the world. I read the third rule twice. It felt like a slap in the face. "The person you love most? Isn't that a bit much?"

I coughed up blood, a wet, rattling sound. Lesley planted his foot on my back and pressed down harder. "Ethan, your body's not worth much. Ms. Moore says ten grand—so that's the price for your company. Sign now, or you'll regret it." Everything blurred. My hands shook as I fumbled for the pen. Gritting my teeth, I muttered, "I'll sign..." After I signed, Lesley forced me to hand over the company seal and stamped it without even glancing at the papers.

Even if I was not in it. Eli's face was pale. He asked what I was saying. I said I was saying I needed rules. My rules. Derek stood up. His cane tapped on the floor. He asked what rules. I said rule one. No secrets. No more videos. No more hidden cameras. No more lying. He nodded. Rule two. No touching without permission. From me. Not from Derek. Not from anyone. Luca nodded. Rule three. No watching unless I invite it. Derek could not stand in hallways. Could not hide in doorways. Could not spy.

“Alpha Ronan. Alpha Keiran. Step forward.” Ronan rose smoothly, rolling his shoulders once like he was loosening a jacket. Keiran stepped forward too, jaw clenched, eyes still raw, his wolf practically vibrating under his skin. The elder lifted a hand. “The rules of this fight are plain,” she said. A scribe stepped forward and read from a parchment. “You are allowed to knock out your opponent,” the scribe announced. “You are not allowed to kill. You are not allowed to grievously injure.”

I swear I would never open this app, I promised myself. I typed: Raw sex tape of two boys having sex.

"I am simply following the rules!" "You..."

“This is the contract. The rules are stated there.” I opened the file and glanced through it. “You can take it home and study them; give me feedback tomorrow evening. But I will read out the rules for you now because they start now, and in case your brain can’t comprehend them, then I can explain.” Anger seethed through me, and I almost threw the file back at him, but when I thought about the money involved and how it would benefit little Sophie, I bit my lower lip to push back the anger. He continued.