Novel Rules Novels & Stories

“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...

"Who?" "I can't say yet. Not without proof." He put the USB away. Locked it. Then he looked at me. "We need rules." --- "Rules?" "For us," he said. "For this. Because I don't want to lose you to secrets again." He grabbed a notebook. From the library room. The one he made for me in Ch 39. "Okay," he said. "Clause 1: No lying. Even to protect each other." "Clause 2: No business in bed," I added.

"Hello, deadies! Hope you're enjoying the Hollow Cathedral! But we have a teeny tiny announcement!" Everyone froze. "The administrators have been watching your progress with great interest! And they've decided that the current rules are just a bit too... easy. So, effective immediately, we're implementing some exciting new additions to make things more challenging!" "No," I whispered. "They can't change the rules mid-game." "Oh, but they can!" the voice chirped. "And they just did! Please note the following updates!" New text appeared on the windows, glowing red: RULE 6: The exits have been sealed. To unlock them, one team member must accept permanent judgment.

She would stare unflinchingly at her interlocutors, judging from the look in their eyes what she would say when she spent time with men. Her principles were clear. Even though she was surrounded by such a glittering world of money, alcohol and free living, Anne had strict rules. Listen to her voice, enjoy her body through her eyes, watch her dance with exciting movements, and if she's in a good mood, allow her just a glimpse of a kiss. The rest? She wouldn't share.

He questioned. I was quiet for a while as I thought of the rules to add but then, I had none so I just shook my head "My only rule is fairness. There should be no cheating." I replied as I crossed my legs and relaxed my back. Luke chuckled "How can anyone cheat when the council members and the people are here? That won't be possible." He replied and waited a bit as if he wanted me to say more however, I was done talking. "I have a few rules though. One, We will only stop when the other person is on the verge of death or dead. We are allowed to kill each other. Two, No outside help in any scenario. Three, Whoever loses gets to claim Sophie as their woman and Four, Anyone that loses will be bu

It was stupid but we’d been rolling the dies for hours and each of us had accrued some debt. Normally, it would make more sense if we had to pay the person who made the sixes but Thea had made up the rules and thought it’d be more fun. Charlie on the other hand had forgotten the rules of the game because she was so f*cking wasted. “Oh My God. My tummy hurts.” My temples were wet with tears. Everything felt right again. “Since I’m the only one who isn’t drunk right now, I’ll calculate our debts.” I picked up the board where I’d recorded everything.

It was their code and as barbaric as they can get, they never ever break this. Now in silence, they completed the rest of their nine rules. Each of them sat wherever they pleased and was in deep thought over their three individual rules. "Rule #3: The first one to spot target spends the entire day with her." Javier said. "Bullshit." the two others called. Now it was a rule that if 2/3rds of them did not like the rule made, it could be altered, if not, however, it would remain absolute. Javier chuckled,"What? You two should actually just go to school early."

I nod my head even if I had no idea what that means. He places the book in the table between us. A few words are written in reddish brown on the brown surface. "What's in it?" I ask. "Basically rules, what is expected of a capo, a wife, an underboss, a solder and a couple other things I don't want to discuss. It has a list of punishments for traitors, or when rules are broken." his eyes do not move from me. My eyes looking at anywhere but him. I decided to focus on the book since we were talking about it.

His knuckles whiten around the mug. “Rule four: if I decide this arrangement is over before the year is up (any reason, no reason), I leave. No negotiation. No penalties. You never speak my name again.” I sit back, fold my hands in my lap like a queen. “Rule five,” I finish, soft and lethal, “if you break any of my rules, I will burn everything you’ve built to the ground and salt the earth so thoroughly nothing ever grows again. Starting with your reputation. Then your bank accounts. Then you.”

It made my wolf stir even more violently. Excuse me?” She said “You heard me.. get out ?” “What an ass.” She muttered “I heard that rules are rules so.. either do this the simple way or the hard way your choice.” I said , stepping closer, my eyes never leaving hers. “I… I’m new here,” she stammered. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know there were rules.” Rules. That word always made me growl. But that has kept Ravenmoor in order for centuries.