Rules Of Civility Synopsis Novels & Stories

I thought that Savaş hated me from the moment he saw me at first because of that and I didn’t mind him hating me because at the end of every day I would talk with my twin who would make things easier for me but now… Now, he would no longer be there and I knew that Savaş's games had no rules but I never thought he would go that far with his games to even let his father kill my twin… I thought that after our time together he would feel something towards me that would make him stop his father. My gaze drifted to Dante who had the ghost of a smile on his lips but tried to hide it so that the press behind all of us wouldn't make a scandal out of it. I played by rules before. After all, I thought

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.

I wiped the blood from my lips, lowering my eyes to hide the cold fury burning beneath. "Fine. I'll behave." Of course, I'd behave. Behave while I watched her sink into bankruptcy and lose everything. I staggered, nearly falling. Vivian rushed to steady me. I pushed her away without a word. She froze, that brief hesitation hardening into anger. "Ethan, you haven't changed at all. I won't pity you. Even if you came crawling, I wouldn't care." I put my hand on the door handle without looking back. "Remember what you said today. Because I'll do the same."

That evening— back home— Ava sat qui⁠etly. Liam walked in. ‍P⁠laced something down. She l‍o⁠oked.‌ A notebook. Sh‌e‍ frowned. ‍“What’s t⁠hat?” He sat. Opened it. First page. RU‍LES. She blinked. He pointe‍d. Rule 1: Tell somebody. Rule 2: No pretending okay. ‌Ru⁠le 3:‍

“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.”

“You must destroy another couple’s relationship completely.” A deafening silence stretched across the living room. Even the chatter stopped. “I want to see emotional collapse, betrayal, jealousy, violence. Give us a show. ” The doll clapped its tiny hands. The screen flashed red. The headline read “RULES." The rules were as follows:- * No direct killing. * Psychological manipulation encouraged. * If a partner willingly harms their lover, the team responsible automatic advance. Gasps erupted. So this was it, the system was trying to get use to kill ourselves.

As soon as he finished his words, the audience burst into cheers again. Everyone could see that something happened in the two groups, or something would happen in the two groups. Tonight, they were going to watch the two couples bustle! Savannah blushed with shame and lowered her head. She nearly wanted to fall into the sea. Callan was so shameless. How could he, the president of a multinational group, be so shameless to do such a thing in public? "Well, I'll announce the rules of the next game... Stepping on the newspaper, two of them must step in the newspaper at the same time, and the newspapers will become smaller and smaller. Let's make an announcement in advance that boys can't hold a

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

a more elderly man agreed until they were all talking angrily amongst themselves. “Gentleman, Gentleman!" I called. “Edric was a cruel man indeed, but does that mean we repay him with the same cruelty? He has been merciless to me among many during his rule, but I will NOT allow any man to starve into a slow and painful death, no matter his crimes. That is not who we are, and we will not respond to ruthlessness with that of our own! We WILL be better than that. Better than the example he led by.” I waited a moment before I continued to allow what I said to sink in and to watch the response on their faces. But so far, it seemed they all understood my reasoning.

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]