Rule Number 5 Series Novels & Stories

"Rule number 1, Emily." Rule #1 -> Stop being annoying. I scoffed, "Rule number 3, Adam." Rule #3 -> Do not cut off someone while talking. He rolled his eyes, "Fair enough." Then his serious demeanour went back, "Rule number 5 will be 'follow the plan given by the leader'." So we're playing that game? "Who said you're the leader?" I snorted. "Plus, remember rule number 2?" Rule #2 -> Listen to each other's opinion.

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."

She smirked at his silence—until, after a beat, he leaned closer, voice low, “And the same way my mouth made you stammer, didn’t it?” Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and before she could speak, he leaned back with effortless grace. Her cheeks warmed, her ears burned crimson. He saw it all. And he chuckled, quiet and deep, a sound only for himself. --- The fifth day finally dawned, ushering in the last and grandest of the tournament games. The air itself seemed to tremble with anticipation. These contests were reserved for the fiercest and most skilled— for the prizes were magnificent, and the honor greater still. To fight here was not merely to win a crown of glory; it was to carve one’s

She was nervous since she doesn't know if she'll win, but she trust herself that she'll do good. After five minutes, Henry started speaking again. "There are five levels in this contest. Whoever had the highest score will win. In the first level, the archer has to stand 10 feet away from the ring. It's in their skills if they hit a bullseye. The archer has to stand 20 feet away from the ring in the second level. In the third level, the archer has to stand 40 feet away from the ring. In the fourth level, the archer has to stand 100 feet away from the ring. Huge difference from the third level, right? The last level which is the fifth, the archer has to stand 200 feet away from the ring. There

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:

He continued. “Rule number one; don’t you fall in love with me.” His eyes flipped up to me. “Crystal clear,” I said. “That would never happen.” “Good. That is the most important part, and that was why I made it the first rule. You can add your own rules when you are done going through them. When you are done, we can all sign and I will introduce you to my father.” “What about my child?” “I added nothing about her there because I do not know if you would want me to adopt her or not. Whatever decision you make regarding that is okay with me.”

He didn’t take kindly to Caitlin’s mocking of his age and slow reflexes. "The rules are dead, but people are alive. In this part of New York, I am the rule. I suggest you hand over the goods, or you’ll never see your precious son again," T-Five said, tapping the table lightly with his jade ringed fingers. It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a final ultimatum. "Where’s my son? Where are they now?" Caitlin pressed, her voice firm. She knew that she was walking into the lion’s den today. If she didn’t outsmart him, it would be difficult to leave unscathed. Her son’s life was at risk.

“How much for that one?” The man they discovered named Jerimiah, looked from Aurelia to Abaddon. Abaddon looked down his nose at him and stood tall, wrapping the man in his deadly aura. The man the looked back to Aurelia and cleared his throat throwing own he Saler's charm. “Uh... the Yamaha! That is the YUS5 of the YUS Series. It is the highest tier of the three within the series.” He began to go over all the details of specs and as he did Aurelia’s demeanor grew dimmer with each word.

"Second, your conduct must be impeccable. You must show absolute respect and never argue with the commands of Master Markus or the five Young Masters. Servants are forbidden from maintaining prolonged eye contact with the Young Masters, and physical contact is strictly prohibited." Thalia paused, her gaze turning razor-sharp as she fixed her eyes on Moza. "The third and most vital rule is confidentiality. Whatever happens within these walls stays within these walls. You are forbidden from discussing mansion affairs with anyone—be it family, friends, or on social media. If you are caught breaching the Limantaras' privacy, you will be terminated immediately and face legal prosecution." Moza sw

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it