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Raising his hand, he held up one finger. “Rule number one, you don’t enter someone’s room or go through their stuff without their permission.” He raised another finger. “You respect each other’s privacy.” He added a third finger, but leaned closer until only a few inches separated our faces. “And rule number three, you never ever tell anybody about what you see or hear in this house. Do you understand, Sin?” I nodded.

She coughs silently, her hand going for her napkin and she pats her lips. “Has anyone ever told you that you have the manners of a street rat?” I force my lips to spread into a smile, “Yes, often really, it gets tiring” Valentina glares at me, “The Salvatores have been able to remain in power, unwavering for centuries because we adhere to old practices, even ones you consider wrong,” her black brows go up “Immoral? many families have forgotten their roots, their rules, one of the downsides of staying in America, but never us. It is... how do you kids say it these days…? our bragging right. This will happen, Lola, accept it,” she says with convention, and there and then I knew there would be

"This is perhaps some creepy basement of an abandoned house where you hide yourselves and your captives from the world." "Glad you're in for cooperation." The grey eyed asshole lips that are in a pout stretches forth into a sick smirk, making him bear a canny resemblance to the mischievous doll, Chucky. I bite back a snicker. "As long as you're here, you're going to live by all these rules. Rule Number One; You only speak when you're being asked a question. Rule Number Two; I talk once, you talk twice, you'd get punched.

Even if I was not in it. Eli's face was pale. He asked what I was saying. I said I was saying I needed rules. My rules. Derek stood up. His cane tapped on the floor. He asked what rules. I said rule one. No secrets. No more videos. No more hidden cameras. No more lying. He nodded. Rule two. No touching without permission. From me. Not from Derek. Not from anyone. Luca nodded. Rule three. No watching unless I invite it. Derek could not stand in hallways. Could not hide in doorways. Could not spy.

“If we’re going to keep talking, there need to be rules.” Ethan leaned back, crossing his arms. “Rules, huh? You do realize how much I love breaking those.” Vivian ignored the way that statement sent a ripple of something dangerous through her. “No flirting in school. No reckless behavior. And absolutely no crossing any inappropriate boundaries.” Ethan tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And what about outside of school?” She hesitated, and that pause told Ethan everything he needed to know. His smirk deepened.

Maya had exactly three rules for survival, and Ethan Walsh was breaking every single one of them. Rule One: Don't let anyone get close enough to hurt you. Rule Two: Never depend on someone you can't walk away from. Rule Three: Trust your instincts when they scream danger. And right now, watching Ethan repair the porch railing with his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that had no business looking that capable, every instinct she had was screaming. Just not the kind of danger she was used to.

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

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.”

It was the first sign of life I had seen from him all day. "I’m good," Mark insisted. "Suit yourself," Jax said. He turned to me. "So, Liam, did you finish that paper for Ethics? The one about the Social Contract?" I took a bite of my apple. "Almost. I’m stuck on the part about rules. You know, how people follow rules even when they don't want to because they think it keeps things safe." I said it loudly. I wanted Mark to hear. "Rules are important," Jax said, leaning back. "But even rules have room for a little bit of fun, right? Like, if the rule is 'Watch the door,' it doesn't say you can't have a conversation while you do it."

When everyone is gone, Kim turns around and says to Ethan, "Three rules! First of all, we should make our own meals, and do not stir up the masses! If all the staff lives here do you want the teachers to know that I'm living with a man?" Ethan's facial features were deep and handsome, his dark eyes were shining, and his voice was a little excited, "You...Do you agree that I should live here?" This guy, he's good when he's cheap! Obviously, he said he wanted to force her, but he didn't give her any room to refuse. "Second, we should always remember that there are three people living here. We must respect other people's privacy and do not tamper with other people's things without the owner's p