Rule Number 5 Series Novels & Stories

Great. I pushed my laptop aside, deciding it was best to go through the papers first. As I put the pile in front of me, I thoroughly read each one. "The Disciples are interested in creating an all-" Nope, not happening. The Disciples are way too weak for us; we'd get nothing off of it. I threw the aside. "I, Hayden Campbell, leader of The Aces-" Nope, not this one either. The Aces are just too problematic; they'd only get us in more unneeded trouble. I stacked it on top of the other paper.

“Rule 3, don't expect me to give a shit about your personal life. I will treat you well but I will not interfere in your personal life and neither should you interfere in mine” Nodding, he continued. “Rule 4, there is no other person in our arrangement. You shall not see someone for the duration of this contract and I shall not too. Do you have someone?” He suddenly asked. “You're only asking that after I accepted to marry you? No, I don't” I said with a discreet roll of the eyes. “Then rule number 5… there is no room for love” “I think I got that one pretty clearly the first time,” I said with a slight grin which he didn't return.

He just smiled, like he already knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my own rule. “Rule four,” I said, regaining my footing. “Health. Even though we didn’t use protection last night, we need to be more careful moving forward. Especially with the fact that you are a…” I didn't finish my sentence. “I’ll get tested. And I expect you to do the same.” “And the fifth rule is the only rule I will never reconsider. If it’s broken, this thing between us ends immediately.” That sentence caught his attention. “Don’t try to get involved in my personal life. And I won’t get involved in yours. No exceptions. No questions. This thing stays separate from everything else.”

I felt a chill, like someone was watching me. I grabbed my phone and opened the notes app. I wanted to write down the license plate, just in case. I leaned closer to the window, keeping low, and read the numbers, X7B 4N2. I typed them fast, my hands shaking a little. I didn’t know what to do with it, but I felt like I had to remember it. What if it was the same person who left that note? Or called me? I did you call taking chances.

Dean answered simply. She actually has a point. They really have a better chance of winning if that happens. They will gain the upper hand if they use silver bullets against the fighters in the east. But even though I also agree with what the student said, the decision is still up to Dean especially that any equipment with silver alloy is prohibited. Dean was deep in thought and it wasn't long before he shared his thoughts. "Why do you want to learn how to use a gun?" he asked the student I was talking to.

Our arms almost touched as I grabbed the first bowl. "Careful," Marcus said, his voice low. "It's hot." I knew he wasn't talking about the bowl. I grabbed it anyway, our fingers brushing for just a second. The contact sent electricity shooting up my arm. I sucked in a breath and nearly dropped the damn thing. Marcus's hand shot out, steadying the bowl and steadying me. His palm was warm against my wrist and his grip firm. We stood there frozen, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

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

CHAPTER 01 "All students are required to stay on campus until five o'clock in the afternoon. Wearing a complete uniform is also mandatory..." I rolled my eyes as the principal droned on through his endless list of rules. What was the point of making them if everyone was just going to break them by the end of the day anyway? "Boo!" I closed my eyes in annoyance before turning toward the person who had just tried to jump-scare me. "Try harder, Adhaya," I said flatly, shoving my hands into the pockets of my blazer.

Then he stood and slowly approached me, his presence filling the space. “Do I really have to spell it out for you?” he asked quietly. He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips as he reached for my hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. “Or,” he added, voice low, “do you just want to be sure?” “I want to be sure,” I said firmly, lifting my gaze to meet his. “I don’t want to assume, we have a truce…remember?” “Rule number five, both parties should not fall in love, and it came from you. You don’t do emotions.” I added, feeling extremely nervous.

No more rules. Just us.