Novel Rules Novels & Stories

I wrote the next rule. “Rule six: if we are attending an event and someone insults me, I get the first word.” “Why?” “Because if you go first, things will become expensive.” He paused. “That sounds like a threat.” “It is a promise.” I wrote faster now, warmed up by my own audacity. “Rule seven: no one is allowed to enter my room without knocking twice.” “Why twice?” “Because once is a mistake. Twice is a warning.” He folded his arms. “Continue.”

The crowd grew silent immediately, silently digesting Tess's words. Seeing her strategy worked, Tess continued. "The rules include, one, no indiscriminate killing. Two, no stealing. Three, disputes must be settled amicably or brought to the main office for Judgement. Four, no petty crimes. Those are the major rules, the rest will be criminal codes and rules ensuring the welfare of the people.

​ My newly accepted manuscript burns in the back of my mind. It is my only lifeline, the only way I can earn real money to keep a roof over our heads and pay for Aria's school. But my writing was dead until I came here. Blake is cold, intimidating, and completely unpredictable—yet the suffocating tension between us is the only thing firing up my imagination, giving me the raw ideas I desperately need to finish the book. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to lock eyes with him again.

He smiled at me and hugged me tightly. "I'm done following your rules, mi amore. It's time to follow mine." I pulled away to see his face, his hands are still on my waist. "Rule #1: Follow all the rules. Rule #2: Break them all, afterward." He said before pulling me again into a kiss. Breaking rules is indeed a bad boy

He continued. “Rule number one; don’t you fall in love with me.” His eyes flipped up to me. “Crystal clear,” I said. “That would never happen.” “Good. That is the most important part, and that was why I made it the first rule. You can add your own rules when you are done going through them. When you are done, we can all sign and I will introduce you to my father.” “What about my child?” “I added nothing about her there because I do not know if you would want me to adopt her or not. Whatever decision you make regarding that is okay with me.”

“You’re impossible!” He grinned, holding her close, his arms unyielding, his kiss brushing her cheek. The sea breeze curled around them, warm and salty. Lily rested her forehead against his, her smile bright and unguarded. In that moment, with the world safe and the night quiet around them, she whispered happily: “It’s his rules… it’s his style.” And William’s grin deepened as the waves rolled on, carrying their laughter into the endless dark.

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”

I shrug and smile at him as he takes the notebook back. “MY turn.” He says and writes down his rule. “What is it? don’t tell me you now want me to keep you updated about my ever second too.” I tease with a lopsided smile. Aaron chuckles and he notes down one more rule, “I deserved that! But here is it. my two rules. Now you can write the next and final one.” I raise my eyebrows in surprise and take the notebook from him, feeling curious about the rules. “No way! No freaking way. I am not doing this.” I shout and throw the notebook on the table. My eyes are huge with disbelief and the audacity.

He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."