Rule No 5 Novels & Stories

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

> Rule 3: You must attend every business function Lucian deems necessary, with no objections. > Rule 11: You will not initiate contact with any male guest unless permitted. > Rule 19: Your wardrobe will be curated weekly. Any personal alterations must be pre-approved. > Rule 31: You must always wear your ring. > Rule 44: You will not cry in front of Lucian unless granted permission. > Rule 50: Any breach of rules may result in severe disciplinary action. Physical, psychological, or otherwise. I stared at the last line until it blurred.

She flipped through it slowly, eyes scanning the rules again. Rule 3: Weakness is not tolerated. Rule 7: Personal disputes must be settled in the ring. Rule 9: Hierarchy is earned through combat, obedience, and demonstration of strength. Her heart beat steadily. Not fast. Not slow. Focused. She pressed a hand to her chest—bound flat—and closed her eyes.

The last clause in the contract stared right at my face. "LOLA ERIKSON IS BY THE REASON OF THIS CONTRACT TOTALLY UNDER THE CONTROL AND DIRECTION OF MR ANDREA PETERS, AND ANY CONTRADICTION TO THIS CLAUSE WILL ATTRACT A FINE OF $500,000,000." I felt my body shaking. I had been tricked into signing this without going through it because of my mum's situation. This was crazy. Why would he have a right over me and say such terrible things to me? Half a billion dollars? That was impossible to pay back!

“You’re free to read it out loud and tell me what you think.” Taking the document from me, he nodded. “Alright. Let’s see what you have here.” A grin tugged at his lips as he peered at the document like he couldn’t wait to see what I wrote. “Rule One.” He read out, the grin spreading across his face even further. Looking at him grin made me flush in embarrassment. Of course, I knew what I had written as the number one rule. “No Intimacy Clause (Unless Agreed Upon). Hmm.”

All four of us laughed at once. I sobered and turned to Erika. "Still, if we decide to adopt their rules for ourselves, Rule Five might be a problem for us in the beginning...." "They are OUR rules," put in Sara firmly. "And we arrived at them over time. Rule Five would be hard to adhere to when you just discover swinging. And I'll bet you two will find you've opened your minds about all sorts of adventures, maybe different ones from the ones we like." "That makes sense, Sara," Erika mused quietly. "Thank you."

in my this house , you only wear those clothes which I have selected for you . Rule no. 3 - you're not allowed to step out from this house without my permission , in simple words you're grounded . Rule no. 4 - you're not allowed to cry infront of me , whether you're in extreme pain you won't weep if I am around you or I am the reason for your pain. Rule no. 5 - you always obey me ... Means .. you will be my puppet . That's it these are the rules which you have to follow till you're married to me , and if you brake any rule than you will be dead .

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."

"As long as you're here, you're going to live by all these rules. Rule Number One; You only speak when you're being asked a question. Rule Number Two; I talk once, you talk twice, you'd get punched. Rule Number Three; Do not disrespect me or any of my men. Rule Number Four; Always do what you're being instructed to do. Rule Number Five; No cursing. And lastly Rule Number Six; Do not try to escape no matter how difficult it may seem, cause if I by any means learn you're plotting such, you're going to earn a bullet on your leg." He concludes, attempting to look and sound dangerous like a boss, but I suprisingly scoff. "And if I don't follow all these rules?" I inquire swallowing the bile that