One Rule Don T Fall Romane & Geschichten

I said rudely hissed through a cough which eventually died down. "Why?" She asked in a pout with her brows furrowed down. "Look there are many rules to follow but for me and you to get along and one of us not to get hurt we both need to follow these rules they are very important..." "NO STAYING IN CONFINED OR CLOSED PLACES TOGETHER NO ANY FORM OF PHYSICAL CONTACT NO FALLING IN LOVE"

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

He doesn't say anything at first, just sits there, hands placed on the table as he slowly chews on his food like he moves at his own pace, and every other person should go shit themselves. It's so annoying. “Listen, Ariella, we have gone over the rules, but you seem to have forgotten, so I will refresh your memory.” He starts, his words calm but deadly, every word piercing through me. Shit! I am going out of character. “Rule number one, you are not allowed to question your Don, be it in public or private. Two, no Donna of mine is allowed to work. Three, do not speak when not spoken to. Lastly, all you have to do is look pretty and bear me children when the time comes.

I subconsciously rushed to the door, my hand already gripping the cold doorknob. I was already running the rescue procedures in my head. I could break down that door in 15 seconds as long as I used my breaching tools. I was just about to turn the doorknob when I recalled Mom's wailing from the phone call, condemning me for being a disgrace to the family. I also remembered the image of the formal reprimand notice vividly, along with Tanya's message in the group chat about teaching a lesson to those who abused their power through their positions.

“Rule one: you can stop everything at any time. One word. And there would be no questions asked.” “What word?” I asked, my eyebrows raised. “Any word of your choice. It would be your safe word,” Noah answered gently. “Oh… cool.” A small smile tugged at his mouth. Ellis continued, “Rule two: nothing happens without you agreeing to it. Even something small.” As if to demonstrate, Noah pushed off the wall and stepped closer. He didn’t touch me. Instead, he tilted his head slightly. “May I?” he asked, raising his hands and reaching for my butt.

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

Then he kicked them off his feet then to the side. “Rule number 3: Do not fall in love”. This time, I let out a laugh. “Trust me, I won’t”.

“That’s just more riddles.” Cairos exhaled, like he was holding back something he didn’t want to say. Then he turned away. “Rule number two,” he said instead, walking toward the hallway. I frowned. “Wait… what happened to rule number one? I don’t agree to it at all.” Without looking back, he replied “Rule number one is the only one that keeps you alive.” And just like that, he disappeared down up the stairs, leaving me standing in the middle the sitting from.

The first night I married into the Decker family in Markusson City, Rachael Decker had me sign an agreement. It required every expense after the wedding to go through her approval. "The gap between our families is too wide," she'd said. "This is to protect you from gossip." I'd accepted it without a second thought. Then came her pregnancy, and the mood swings that went with it. I stayed up with her every night until dawn, and the lack of sleep gave me splitting headaches. So I sent her a payment request on ClickCart for a head massager. It cost twelve dollars. She rejected it in seconds. "That's a waste of money. I'm the one who's pregnant, and I don't even have a headache. You need t

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."