Rules Of Civility Synopsis Novels & Stories

I nodded, but deep down, I knew this was one rule I would definitely be breaking. Rule three, and this one he said dead serious, not even looking at me. No touching. Not hands, not shoulders. Everyone was to be civil. "Got it," I said. "Very doable. A very normal amount of rules for two people who live in the same suite."

But another part of me is just tired of the war. "I don't want to become like her, Richard. I don't want to be someone who destroys people for revenge." "Then what do you want to do?" "I want to rise above it. I want to build a life so good, so successful, that she becomes irrelevant." There is silence on the other end. Then Richard says, "Okay. We'll do it your way. But Evelyn? If she crosses the line again, all bets are off." "Deal." Over the next week, Richard's lawyers manage to get most of the photos removed for privacy violations. The ones that remain, I ignore. I focus on my new client, on building my business, on moving forward.

Before the window went up, I heard him say, “I won’t let you down.” On the drive back to the estate, fog was rolling over the sea. I leaned back in the rear seat, watching the blurred city lights through the window. For the first time in a long time, it felt like the city had finally quieted. Drake had fallen, Lina had gone mad, and the elders had quieted, at least for now. However, I knew the story was far from over. New York was a city filled with ambition and men who all believed that if they bit hard enough, they could wrest the throne from my hands. Yet, they forgot one thing: the throne was never something anyone could take. I had taken it, bullet by bullet, with my own hands.

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.

She spoke and Lillian felt the rage flowing through her. “So this is what all this is about, right? Are you indirectly mocking me for not having a job?” Lillian fired and Nora crossed her hand. “Call it whatever you want, Lillian.” Nora said with a bitchy attitude and Lillian stepped closer to her. “Ladies, please, for heaven's sake. I am still trying to get some sleep. Why can't you two just behave normal for once, huh?" Mila cried out and moved closer to the ladies, who seemed like they were about to rip out each other's eyes.

Thankfully, it is empty. As I look around, I notice it isn’t merely empty; it looks unlived in. “Don’t you have a roommate?” He smiles, but the smile resembles pain, not joy. “Nope.” Everyone has to have a roommate. It’s one of Aton’s rules that no one should be alone. I can only grunt, “Hmm.” I pluck the bottle from his grip, setting it on the table. The photo of me and Timothy kissing flashes in my mind, accusingly, and I push it away.

His stance was strong and unmoving, calculating the strength of each being who was ready to bring him down. “Good morning, everyone. As the new Chairman of this foundation, I would like to set some ground rules. First, whenever you enter these rooms, kindly leave this erratic side of yours outside. This area was made to hold a meeting not hostilities. We are not in some Devonian era where you beat your chests like barbaric and scream your doubts like hungry dogs. Here we stay civil and discuss with peace, if you can’t hold that decorum then you are allowed to leave. The gate’s over there.

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."

“No name. No crown. Only vengeance.” “And when he walked, the earth stirred. The dead listened. And the tyrants felt fear for the first time.” “So I ask you, little one— Who rises when history forgets? Who dares when even gods stay silent? The answer will come. And when it does...” “The Rule will break.” *** “When kingdoms fall, the earth remembers. When tyrants rise, the wind listens. But when the forgotten return— The sky holds its breath.” --- Synopsis:

The cry left my mouth before I even knew. I waited. I waited to hear what Kelly would say, what she would think of me, but it didn't come. The line went dead silent. For minutes she just kept quiet. Then her voice came through the phone still in that quiet manner. “I also fucked my step uncle last night. I feel bad about it. But we're young. We should live. We should feel. Break rules. Learn and move on. We only live once.” I felt better immediately. I felt relieved. Finally someone didn't judge. Didn't condemn and didn't look at me with eyes that meant I had betrayed my friend.