Rules Novels & Stories

No more rules. Just us.

Rules once clear now meant nothing. This moment, I set the terms. Rules came from me now.

What if I fail when I’m actually trying? And Yohan even suggesting to shift even though ravages aren’t allowed to? The only ones with permission from the laws of Cinco are men in the security forces. Common folk aren’t permitted to do so. Eyeing him, I start thinking if he’s one of those people that disregards every single rule the government does for peace and order. There are some rules and mandates that need further attention but not everything the government does is bad. Yohan shrugs after I don’t reply. “It was just a suggestion, you don't have to do it.”

“Zach, she just humiliated the school's heartthrob and one of the school's top ten, and your saying she's on fire instead of shes in fire cause hell yeah she's gonna be getting em hates” “Wait… is this some high school cliche I thought we were past that”. “Well in this school..you aren't past anything you just annoyed the top 1 of the school”. “Top 1?..what's that”. Mira and Zach exchange glances. “You tell her” Zach said. “Well the school has a system, top 10 and 20…top 10 are the high class they rule the school and they make the rules only after Axel approves them. “And whose Axel??”

she asked while looking at Raga. "As you read, it's a letter of agreement between us. Inside the letter are some rules that you must abide by. I've written down what rules you have to obey. There are some blank lines, you can also write the rules you want to make. We are free to make rules but we also have to obey each other's rules. If any of us break one of the rules, there will be punishment," Raga explained.

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The curly-haired slut's nails dug into his hips, rubbing circles that made him arch slightly. Kian lost track of individuals in the blur of touches, each slut's caress blending into the next. The redhead's hand joined the rub on his erection, three sets of fingers now pressing and stroking, building friction without release. The golden-haired one caressed his jaw, tilting his face to plant soft kisses along it, her tongue flicking out briefly. The athletic slut's strong hands massaged his thighs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive inner skin.

No rules. Just us.

“Classic Mom.” “You’re twenty, Ivy,” she said tightly. “You’re not cute. You’re not interesting. You’re a liability.” “Wow,” I said. “Touching.” “If you want to stay in this house, there will be rules.” “Oh, I can’t wait.” Her eyes sharpened. “Don’t bring boys here. Don’t sneak out. No parties. No mess. No drama.” “So I should probably stop talking to you?” “I swear to God—” “I’m joking,” I said, tossing my keys into the glass bowl on the console. “Mostly.”

I asked seeing the driver alarmed. “Forget about Henry and do what you have to do with this.” He commented pointing to the mark on his neck. I relaxed understanding the situation, but his hands on my waist I had me a little anxious. “I have some rules for tonight.” I said spreading the base. “And what are those?” he asked almost purring. “First, no pictures with me. Second, no names. And third, no displays of affection in front of people.” “No photos or names? Why, baby? Did you leave a boyfriend in Chicago and you don't want him to know that you are with me?”