Rule No 5 소설 & 이야기

“There are only five rules in my school and one punishment. Heed them well, and you’ll live for a little longer. Disobey them and meet the same end as the traitors of the oath. I’m not going to waste your time, so I’ll keep it simple.” “Rule one. No killing in safe zones and after an event is over. Fighting is allowed but in moderation. Penalties will be given to those who take it too far.” Zen grimaced. How whimsical! The Godfather didn’t specify what’s considered “too far”, but the predatory gazes of the other students in the same truck as him made him a tad uncomfortable. He had to watch his back at all times or end up as someone’s sandbag.

The first man spoke, “My lord, I had entrusted him with my pair of oxen before leaving for trade in the southern lands. He agreed to keep them safe until my return. But now he says the beasts are lost. Is this justice?” The second man, the keeper, stepped forward, uneasily. “I did as I was asked, my king. But fate struck—I woke one morning and the oxen had vanished from the shed. I searched. I wept. But they were gone.” Samarth’s eyes darkened in thought, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. Then he spoke. “The law of this kingdom,” he declared, “does not treat responsibility as mere favour. If you accepted to guard what was not yours, then you accepted the burden of its safety. The oxen w

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

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.

Rule Two: You will answer your phone when I call. Rule Three: No physical relationship. Do not touch me unless I’m plunging to my death. I pause. My pen hovers above the paper. Then I write another line. Rule Four: You will not investigate my past without my permission. That one feels important. And very necessary. Then I add one more. Rule Five: If either of us wants out after a year, we walk away clean. But If I ask you to walk away at any time, you will. Rule Six:

“Rule three: No behavior that draws attention.” “So basically… no fun?” I continued before my patience snapped. “Rule four—” She shot a hand in the air. “Wait. Skip to the juicy rule. The one where we’re not supposed to touch each other. That one.” I froze. My heartbeat tripped. My jaw tightened. “There is no such rule.” “Boring,” she said, leaning back like she owned the sun. I tried again. “Rule five: No flirting.” Her smirk exploded into a full grin. “Oops. Already broke that one.”

He then read the third rule. 3. Part B isn't allowed to fall in love with Part A in any situation. Giving a subtly narrowed eye, he interrogated, "What about Party A? Did you already fall for me?" She scoffed, "Never!" "You can't rule the natural feelings. What if you regret it later?" He dictated and struck that rule. "Huh?" Abby was annoyed. 4. Party B shouldn't rule Party A to where to stay, and Party B has no right to order Party A.

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.

“I know that now, and even if she did send you just to mock me, it would still have been a mistake nonetheless. That woman didn’t understand my rules. The presence of male companions isn’t my issue. It’s the loud sex that I hate so much.” Will cleared his throat. “Um, I understand your point, Ms. Miller. So… What are the rules?” “Rule number one: you can’t bring in your boyfriend or girlfriend or anyone you could potentially have sex with. Rule number two: no swearing, shouting, or making any loud noises. Rule number three:, drugs and alcohol are strictly not allowed. Rule number four: no dogs or any animals inside the house,” Una rapped. “Rule number five…” Will waited and noticed how Una b

And yet here you are running away from your Mr Right. Let's just pray he stays so busy that sex doesn't come up in the three weeks I'll be there, but that's like praying it doesn't snow in winter. I shake the thought out of my head, "Moving on." "Rule #27 states -you have the right to say no to Mr Wilson whereas rule #6 says -do not say no to Eli's requests. Aren't these rules going against themselves right here?" "Rule #27 was talking about sex and rule #6 is talking about anything that isn't sex, Eli doesn't always ask for much but when he does, do not say no." She explains.