Rules Of Bro Code Novels & Stories

She coughed out repeatedly with blood proceeding out of her mouth. He grinned, getting up from where he was, and walked away from her. She could finally breathe. Her hands adjusted her black hair that had already stuck to her face as a result of the blood and sweat present on it, tucking it behind her ears. Her training clothes were messed up with dust, sweat, and a little bit of blood. She looked up at him again as he walked away from her, but suddenly stopped and turned to look at her. "The most important rule of them all. Rule number 6" he spoke. "NEVER FALL IN LOVE"

“Third rule-The hunt is supposed to be played in the vampire territory, that is, the castle, the ocean, the forest near the castle. The boundaries have already been marked so I would ask you all to be careful not to step outside the boundary. The rules do not apply to those who step outside it.” A smirk appeared on his lips as everybody broke into a murmur, a look of apprehension on their faces. “All participants must adhere to the honor code of the hunt. This means that cheating or breaking any of the established rules will result in immediate disqualification or punishment.” “And to make it even more fairer, no use of weapons, vehicles are allowed either. You are on your own, and can only

“This is against the rules. Tell him, Harry. He’s not supposed to be here.” Rules? What is she talking about? Harry glared at me. “Son…” He put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. “Mike and Brook agreed on this. He should’ve told you the rules when you joined in. No bruises on her face or where her mother can see them. No broken bones or anything that would get her hospitalized. Also, none of you should bother her in our home.” Holy crap! This was insane. “Are you for real?” Brook’s glare got even colder. “Of course, I’m for real. Even if I’m a mistake, I’m still a person.”

Ann: "Dude, you need to relax. I know exactly how I make you feel. I see how you look at me, and sometimes I intentionally get intimate with Mike in front of you just to see your reaction. The good thing is, Mike and I aren't dating. And I like you. I mean, look at your well built body. Let's just have fun, no strings attached." Me: "Hey, hey, hey. Whatever is going on between you and Mike is your business. But I'll make one thing clear: Mike is my bro, my day one. I don't take what's his, especially if he doesn't give it to me. Plus, I value loyalty. I won't lose my bro because I want to get down with you, bitch." I stomped off angrily.

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

“She’s a bitch.” “I know, man.” “A slut.” Colton smiled. “Ain’t that the damn truth.” “She had it coming, you know?” “Damn right,” he said, leaning forward, his elbows on the table. “Can’t trust a ho, my friend,”Brody said, joint in hand, as he turned away from the window and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. “Rule numero uno in the Bro Code, shit head.” “I know, I know, I know.” He looked at her. Thought again of her lips on his as she’d gasped when he’d shoved himself deep, her hips pulling back in shock, her palms pushing him away in panic. He smiled.

The Jaguar team members saw the two friends from the CCTV room. "I will explain the rules again. The rules are simple, you just have to beat each other. Whoever can beat first, he will win this match. You are free to use any strategy in any way. There is only one rule not to kill your opponent. The participant can be declared defeated if he/she surrenders or is injured too badly. Do you understand?" said Captain Arnold affirmed. "Yes I understand!" Eren and Jacob said at the same time. "Okay then. We'll start the game right away. Fighting!" said Captain Arnold encouraging the two best candidates from the Jaguar team.

Korr said smoothly, spreading his arms. “Submission rules. No killing.” A beat. “Other than that… anything goes.” His eyes locked on mine. “First to yield loses the round.” He gestured to the ground between us. “Right here.” Another beat. “Right now.” Silence slammed into the clearing. Heavy. Electric. Waiting. Every instinct I had screamed at me to think. To slow down. To not do this. "I accept!” The words tore out of me before reason could catch up.

“This is it? I thought I would get a challenge.” I stiffened. Lucas’s voice cut through. “The rules are simple. No claws, no shifts. First to knock the other unconscious or force the other to yield wins.” I swallowed hard. “Got it,” Drew said lazily. He didn’t even look at me when he spoke. Lucas turned to me. “Ready?” No. I said in my head. “Yeah,” I forced out. Drew gave a mocking half-bow. “Try to keep up, princess.”

Poppy stood on the footrest of her chair, one hand still holding her croissant, her face covered in crumbs, her green eyes wide with authority she had absolutely no right to possess but had clearly inherited from two very unfortunate bloodlines. “If you fight, you have to use rules!” I pulled my hand away from Sebastian. “We’re not fighting.” “You’re tug-tugging.” “What is tug-tugging?” “Pulling. It’s pre-fighting.” Sebastian finally lowered the phone. “What are the rules?” Poppy raised one finger. “Rule number one. No using injuries.” Sebastian nodded very seriously. “Reasonable.” “Rule number two. No taking phones without asking.” I pointed at Sebastian. “Thank you.”