Novelas y relatos de Rule Of Force

“I want to know the principles in which you built this empire.” Mr. Norman smiled, as he started. “I have three rules son, okay and these are my three rules of winning.” “Rule one, the world is a mess, Jace.” “You have to fight back, you need to be tough to survive.” “Attack! Attack! Attack!” “If somebody comes after you with a knife, you shoot them back with a gun. Okay?” “Rule two, what is the truth, Jace?” “What is the truth?” “You know what's true? What you say is true, what I say is true.”

Power felt more dangerous when there was an ache under it, when a system reward could not quite cover the bruise it left behind. "Did either of you have the right to spend others?" Both answered, "No." A rule became useful at the exact worst moment. The incense smelled sharp enough to taste. Nothing in the room felt decorative; every object could become evidence, weapon, offering, or witness before the next breath.

"I'm sure you know why I called you here", Mary said. "Yes", Valerie replied. "Good. Look, I know it's not your choice to marry Valentino but we insist on you both getting married", Mary said "And why's that? I mean he's dating my cousin Mariana and they're so in love..why don't you just let them get married", Valerie asked. "I know all of that but we don't want your cousin, what we want is you. You have to get married to Valentino", Mary said.

After tonight, there won't be any question about who runs this scene. "Alright, riders!" Tommy the commentator's voice boomed across the makeshift track. "Before we get this party started, let's go over the rules!" "There are rules?" shouted one of the riders, causing laughter to ripple through the crowd. "Damn right there are rules!" Tommy shot back with a grin. "Rule number one: No lethal force! That means no guns, no knives, no chains, no bats - none of that bullshit!" "What about everything else?" called out Marcus, one of Paxton's crew.

“You may not deliberately injure in a way that leaves permanent damage. Breaking the rules is immediate disqualification. And disgrace.” Luna Ingrid stepped forward as well, because of course she did, because she needed the pack to see her involved, needed to feel like she had authority over how this went. Ingrid’s voice was colder than Elara’s. “The fight ends when the elder calls it,” she added. “Or when the opponent yields.” Her eyes landed on me like a warning. “Yielding is allowed,” she said pointedly, as if she was giving me permission to be weak. “If you cannot continue, you will say it clearly.”

I gaped at him“That’s just ridiculous” He shrugs “I don’t make the rules, you need to know that these people will do anything to get ahead, to get power” “But you should be able to change the rules in some cases” I now know that if a boss dies without a male heir, if there is a female child she marries the closest cousin to birth the next boss. “What happens if there is no heir, at all?”

It was just another way for them to try and disorient people, Adira supposed, to keep them obediently following orders. There were two very powerful emotions: fear and confusion; scare someone enough and they will do what you say, even if they know it’s wrong, confuse people enough and they won’t know what is right. The warehouse doctors employed both tactics, among others, with great success. Even Adira was compliant at first, too scared of what they might do to her if she refused. They clearly had broken morals, if any at all, and she worried what that would turn punishment into when they were already so cruel. They made one mistake, though. They took Brax. They took her brother.

Isaac said from beside me in a low tone. “No, I can do it. I want to. It’s my first time.” I answered and he nodded. “Remember the rules that are not to be broken. This is based on physical strength alone so no shifting, no unsheathing of claws and no cheating. Play fair. Let the games begin!”

Big, fast, technically excellent. Rafe showed nothing. "What are the combat rules?" "Old charter. Submission or incapacitation. No weapons. Witnessed by pack representatives and recorded." Juno paused. "Thirty minute limit. If no result, judges decide." Rafe stood up. "Then I have five hours." "Rafe—" "Leo." He looked at me directly. "This is my fight. Not yours. Don't try to fix it." "I'm not trying to fix it. I'm trying to—"

She wanted at this fucker now. “Again, one rule, no killing. Winner will be whoever can get the other to submit or tap out or a knockout. Understood?!” Koda and I locked eyes and just nodded. “Everybody back up!” Jax hollered while pushing people back. “On my word then. Ready…set…GO!”