Rule Number 5 Novels & Stories

“Rule #1: No matter who orders you, if you have any order from me, that should be your priority. Rule #2: I want your whole concentration on the work, rather than what today’s girls have on. Rule #3: I bear not a single mistake in my work, either it is paperwork or it is a presentation of you, that is, in meetings. Rule #4: I don’t want any complaint of you, or I will not take any second thought before firing you and last… Rule #5: Never ever go against my words.” “Oh, Ok sir,” I said, still confused or rather shocked by his rules.

He leaned forward and smiled at her, which just made everything more difficult. “Rule number two,” she continued, ignoring what he had said. “Let’s maintain at least two feet proximity.” Bullet frowned. “Wait, two feet? That’s too much, my princess!” “And don’t call me that - that is rule number three. Friends don’t call each other that, okay? Number four, no more late-night calls and number five, no more coffee shop visits.” “Wait, wait. Can I object to rule number five? My office is in the same building as your coffee shop, which, unfortunately is the only coffee shop in the entire vicinity. I can’t stop my clients if they want to conduct the meeting there, can I?”

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"Uhm, okay whatever. Rule one: discretion. Rule two: no one can know about us. Rule three: no special treatment regarding grades. Rule four: do you still want me to call your Sir all the time or?-" "Continue." He interrupted my train of thoughts. His voice was both stern and comforting. I chuckled. "Rule five: minimum contact during working hours..." I trailed off, knowing he'd comment something. "Exactly. Continue, you're not finished." I puffed. "Rule six: wait, what was it about? You not always getting the upper hand?" He chuckled. "Yeah, and we followed that, unfortunately." Then, he finished off the list for me. "And finally, number eight, the safe word."

Amara felt concerned at his pained expression, but she forced herself to press on. There are rules and regulations you both must follow, she said. Leaning forward slightly, Darius tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. What are these rules? Rule number one: no fighting. The one who initiates a fight will lose twenty points, she stated firmly, her gaze flicking between the two men. Rule number two: you are not allowed to announce me as your woman until the contest is over. If you win, then you can make it public. Darius’s lips twitched as though he wanted to challenge the rule, but he stayed silent.

The audience murmured their agreement, prompting Eric to continue. "Great. Now, here are the two essential rules you must follow: First, no cheating. If caught, you'll be disqualified immediately. Second, your behavior must not disrupt the ongoing program. Should we determine that you pose a distraction, whether intentionally or not, disqualification will be immediate. Is that clear?"

And underneath, a question: Do you want the man who makes the rules or the one who breaks them? I stared at it for hours. Then I did something I swore I wouldn’t. I wrote a rule of my own. RULE 9: You’ll both come to my room tonight. But only one of you will be allowed to touch me. The other must watch. And I slid it under both their doors. Now I wait. Naked. Plugged. Blindfolded. One will come first. The other will arrive later. But only one of them will win. “In a house with too many secrets, the final rule is the one that breaks you.”

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.”

Her bullying was something I could not get used to no matter how many times it happened. Only to report to the grumpy founder and have him lecture me on the rules and regulations of the organization. The rule that stood out the most was rule number 1, 34 110 and 232, any exception was instant death Rule No 1: Once in the premises organization, no non member is allowed to leave alive. Rule No 34: Never say no to your superior or anyone higher ranking than you. Rule No 110: Members must cease contacts with the outside world except on missions.

he shrugged. “Deal with it,” Elara said flatly. “Ouch, that’s cold,” Julian smiled. Elara sighed and shook her head before resuming, “Rule number four. No entering my room without my permission,” she said. “That’s fine by me,” Julian shrugged. “After all, you’ll be the one doing the entering,” he added. “What—” Elara looked at him with wide eyes. She shook her head and read the last rule. “Rule number five. Don’t. Meddle. In. My. Private. Life,” Elara said, emphasizing each word.