Rule Number 5 Novels & Stories

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

"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

The air shifts and a heavy weight settles in the room. Slowly I lift my head up and Banks is leaning forward. Both elbows on his knees. Palms clamped together, staring at me. I said something wrong. The realization drops heavy. But what? "Rule 15," he says in a low rumble that settles in my chest. Rule fifteen... 15... No sassy... Realization dawns on me in a quiet, slow wave and I look back up, sitting straighter slowly, without breaking the stare. I can't.

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

“Rule 1: always get back up. Remember, no one is ringing a bell to stop; one of you has to go, so if you fall, get back up immediately because the game is still on.” “Rule 2: don’t let your opponent back you into a corner, no one is going to blow a whistle to break you apart, and when you are in a corner, it’s game over. Your opponent has the upper hand, so always get out of a bad position and create distance.” “The last rule: Don’t die. No matter what, you don’t die, Dora.” “I’ll try not to, I still want to marry you,” I tease and he ignores, shutting me up in a very sexy way.

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!

Fifth Rule: “Thou shall respect your fellow students, teachers, and staff. This includes security. Disrespect will be met with the most terrifying fate: explaining calculus to a room full of angry kindergarteners.” Charlie: “...” Inner Devil: ‘I can’t even imagine!’ Guardian Angel: ‘That would be hilarious.’ Sixth Rule: “Thou shall not be a judgmental know-it-all. If you judge my daughter or any other student unfairly, be prepared—I might just buy the entire block your family lives in and evict you personally.”

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.

I asked him. He shrugged. "You go first." I nodded. "You cannot add, remove or edit rules from this moment on," I reminded him and he placed his pen on the table. I smiled, satisfied, before starting to tell him my rules. "I only have five," I told him. He nodded. "I only have three."

“Christian told me. Everyone tells me. It’s not new.” She blinks, slightly taken aback, before holding out a crisp set of stapled papers. “Right. Well... here are the rules. Mr. Christian likes things—” “Rules?” I didn’t—wait. Now that I remember it, I actually heard Christian talking about rules, though I didn’t pay attention because... that shit in front of him didn’t let me. I grab the papers quickly, my eyes scanning the top line before I even process the rest. Do not leave the estate without permission. Curfew: 9:00 p.m. Phone on at all times. Never go to the top floor. No visitors. Don't this, don't that, don't, don't, don't...