Rule 35 Internet Novels & Stories

I said, throat tight, “there are rules.” The hall hushed. Even the murmurs died. “This is Elysium,” I said, louder now, letting the word hang. “Here, no woman is touched unless she wants it. No one buys her. No one sells her. You try—you answer to me.” Jorge gave a dry laugh. “And what’s that mean, Boss Lady? You gonna slap me? Hand me a time-out?” My hand twitched toward my pistol. My blood burned to shut him up, but I stopped myself. Not yet.

Olalekan smirked. The light bulb overhead twitched. “Unreal…” Olalekan gave a burst of bellied laughter. “It certainly is not. How do you think Mark Zuckerberg and the rest gain revenue? Do you think it’s from your measly data subscriptions or what?” “No, but, I don’t think Nigeria has gotten to that point.” He did not. “I mean our programmers are still learning how to hack Wifi and dormant websites, learning web design and maintenance, and basic Black Hat Hacking.”

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

She shoved the gifts toward me and continued, "You and I are still neighbors. We're bound to run into each other, so let's not make such a big deal out of this. "Is it possible for you to withdraw that lawsuit? I swear I'll write an apology letter and clarify everything for you in the group chat! I'll do it every day if I have to, Mr. Johnston!" I looked at her, recalling how she had egged everyone on in the group chat. I ignored her pleas and asked calmly, "Do you know the legal threshold for defamation under the Criminal Law, Ms. Weller?" Tanya's face instantly went pale. I continued indifferently, "If a defamatory post is viewed over 5,000 times or shared more than 500 times, it's classif

Find a way to change rules 34 and 46. What is rule number 34 and 46? I flipped back to the pages I skipped and found my answer within those pages. Rule 34: Demons are not, in any form or manner, allowed to have any intimate relationship with any human. Rule 46: No demon is to lay claim to any human children. This was definitely my dad.

"Lesley works himself to the bone for this company. How dare you exploit him like that? You have a project bringing in nearly a million in profit. Hand it over to Lesley as compensation." Like she had every right to make that call. I couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh. Give me a break. That project? I had personally used my network to bring in an investor—someone who put in over a hundred million. And now, because of Lesley's so-called "three do-not-disturbs," he missed the investor's call. The investor was furious and pulled out. Without the funding, the project stalled, and every day of delay meant growing losses.

As we walked further, we realized there's different sections for each person with a wide space and desk. “Listen up. Kathy rules. One, key cards track your hours. Two, no guests without approval, three, whatever you shoot here belongs to Golden lens and four, you miss quota, you lose the space.” We listened carefully. Then he passed key cards to all of us. “These are all your cards for your studios. You own one each. That's the privilege of being winners. You all have the rest of the afternoon to get to know each other better.”

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.

“There are matters of law, Majesty. There are statements — witnesses. She was found in suspicious circumstances. Without a trial, the law binds her where she is.” Samarth’s nostrils flared. “And has this trial begun in these seven days of her rotting behind walls?” “No, Majesty,” the elder responded, uneasily. Samarth took a slow step forward. The officials instinctively stepped back. “Then she is no prisoner yet. She is a lady of this court, locked without judgment. And what law binds us to injustice before justice itself is stirred awake?” “The law of Tziyonia, Majesty,” the elder said again, though fainter. “We cannot alter it. Even the crown must kneel before it.”