Novel Rules Novels & Stories

But then, I already thought that Nathan is right, and that makes rule number thirty for my manual: There are no rules at all. ---THE END---

It doesn't matter" he said. Somehow those words found a way of stabbing her hard in the chest. She didn't understand why she cared, why she wanted him to give a positive reply. She hated the way he answered like she didn't matter, and he was right though, she didn't matter. He looked at her whilst saying the words like he was waiting for her reaction, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her hurt. *What did he even have with Madison anyway?* she thought inwardly She plopped on her bed and brought out her rule book. She had found it in her bag while packing and concluded her master made the orders for the book to be placed in her bag. Probably as a reminder of her basic

Furrowing the brows I looked at him. "As per rule number 105...wait you don't remember the rules?" "You don't expect me to memorize all two hundred and fifty rules." I was nervous, did he think that I would learn every one of them? "It wasn't necessary anyway, so the rule was that we will help each other and will never let anyone hurt any one of us." Wasn't he too caring? No, because Noah told me that he was the one who kept all these rules. Every day was showing me a different side of this guy and many different things were entering my life making my life more hard, difficult.

He asked harshly, mimicking my actions as he also stood. I sighed, my thought as clear as my words; though I could sense his anger rising. “That is not what I meant; I just wanted to say that it will be me who faces the consequences. Not you. Your title protects you, all I have is my power.” He stroked his chin, taking a moment to think. “Then there is a rule we must put in place. We will only use informal titles when we are alone, when no one can hear. Though other than that, when you learn how to shift into the bat, you will only ever be referred to as Fraulien; my familiar. Do you understand? You cannot call me anything other than your master in front of others.”

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.

On the day I received my admission letter, I treated my roommates at the dormitory to steak and fries. After a few rounds of drinks, everyone started opening up. One of my roommates, Mildred Snow, slammed her hand on the table. "Kimmy, you really are my idol. Nathan is a textbook example of a loser. Everyone spits at the mere mention of his name!" she exclaimed, slurring her words. Another one of my roommates chimed in, "That's right! I heard things didn't end well for Cordelia either. Her family home was seized, and I think she's working as an insurance agent whose number gets blacklisted by everyone left and right.

“You two keep using the word. So I made one.” He flipped it open. The first page was already filled with his sharp, blocky handwriting. Rule One: We use the bond to save the world, not to win arguments. Rule Two: No reinforcing another’s spell without them asking. Rule Three: No emotional “eavesdropping” without consent, unless someone is actively dying. I felt my mouth tug at the corners. “You really wrote ‘actively dying’?” “I like my exceptions clear,” he said. “Look. There’s space underneath for both of you.”

The pierced slut rubbed his nipples again, twisting gently, while another slut a newcomer with straight auburn hair slid her hand onto his back, caressing the length of his spine down to join the ass squeezes. Sweat beaded on Kian's forehead, his body humming with denied need. The sluts' hands never stopped rubbing, caressing, claiming turning the hotel bar into their private domain. He sipped his scotch with a trembling hand, the ice clinking like a distant echo, as the night promised to linger in this exquisite torment.

“Scared you’ll miss me if we fight and I die?” “I’ll throw your body at the enemy as warning.” “Romantic.” “Practical.” I sighed, already regretting everything but also feeling strangely happy. “If the two of you come with me, there will be rules.” Both of them groaned at the same time. I pointed at them. “Rule one, no killing my people unless I approve it. Rule two, no threatening my commanders during meals. Rule three, no using Alpha aura to win arguments with accountants. Rule four, if either of you starts a fight in my headquarters because someone looked at me too long, I will personally lock you in separate rooms and feed you paperwork until you cry.”

my serious nature returned; the aura of an alpha enveloped all of them. “Now, let's go over what we discussed at home.” “Nicky, you first.” “Okay, first rule, under no circumstances should you fight; fighting is not allowed.” "Neil." “Second rule, under no provocation should we fight, and also no gambling.” "Nora," I could already feel a headache coming as I looked at her. “Third rule, no fighting, no killing, no maiming, no pranks on people, no breaking up relationships, no illegal business, no stealing, no smoking, and most importantly, for every good deal, get your money in cash or kind.”