Rule Of Force Novels & Stories

"Don't make me angry, okay?" Still, there was no response, which only fueled Sam's passion and anger even more. "Answer!" Sam demanded, his voice thundering. It was terrifying and caused Beatrice to quickly nod. That made Sam smile with satisfaction, but he still didn't release his grip. There was one more thing he needed to emphasize to Beatrice. "Third rule," Sam said. This time he spoke with commanding eyes. It was not to be questioned, and Beatrice knew that if she violated it, severe punishment would follow. What exactly it was, Beatrice didn't know.

He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

But first I’m going to write our rules down. I took a notepad from the window-ledge and spoke as I wrote: Sultan rule. Call ‘Sultan’ if one of us is about to hide the truth from the other. Emancipation rule. Call ‘Brave New World,’ Every time we create a bit more freedom and self-empowerment.

I'll prove him wrong! I sigh in annoyance and take a stance. I'm not sure if my stance is right, but I settle with what I'm comfortable with the most. “Don't come crying when you're all beaten later.” I try to threaten him but he seems to ignore me and shrugs me off. “Rule number one, you're allowed to use any weapon against me. Rule number two, you can't shift. To be able to win, you have to make me step out of this line, pretty simple right?” he states without mincing his words.

He picked up bhabhi in the bridal style and looked at Mehul and said, " Husband has to carry his wife over the threshold. Come on what are you waiting for? It is so romantic... " Mehul rolled his eyes and said, " She can walk by herself. Moreover, I am an Indian and have followed all the Indian rituals. I don't want to follow Western rituals as well. " " Why don't you accept it my little brother that you are not strong enough to carry your wife. You need to spend more hours at gym. It is ok, Megha I guess you have to do it yourself. Your husband can't pick you up." He was smirking

"And where did you get that concept? Yes, muscles are essential in fighting but skills and knowledge are far more superior. It's not just about power and strength you know." Jacob just raised his eyebrows. Well, maybe he can't understand me because power and strength is what makes them superior than anyone else. They were wolves after all. They were born with an enormous amount of strength and their power were based on their hierarchy, their rank on their society. So you can't rule the wolf kingdom if you're weak. But we're just normal people so I can't blame him if he doesn't understand what I mean. We grew up in different towns, different races and different beliefs. So there's really a bi

I retorted, my own confidence rising as I prepared to face Levin in the ring. “Shut up and fight me,” Levin growled, his eyes narrowing as he took his fighting stance. I could see the determination in his eyes, but Levin, I had defeated him before, and I was ready to do it again. “So the rules are simple: no one can shift or use any supernatural abilities.” An elder from the pack announced, making it clear that this fight would be a test of pure physical strength and skill. “If any of you seem to break the rules, you will be disqualified immediately,” he added sternly, emphasizing the importance of fair play in the upcoming match. “And to win, one must kill their opponent,” he finished, his

“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...

She gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain she felt, and looked up to him, emotionless. "Rule number 5, no friend allowed" he placed his index finger under her chin and lifted her face, swaying it to the side, accessing her. She didn't fail to notice the look of pleasure on his face as he accessed the injury that he had inflicted on it. He whacked her again and she fell to the floor, groaning in pain. She coughed out repeatedly with blood proceeding out of her mouth.