Rules To Survival Novels & Stories

The arch whispered of unity, and maybe for once I needed to stop pretending I didn’t know what that meant. I turned to them, palms damp, throat tight. My dragon pressed against my ribs like it wanted out, but this wasn’t a moment for fire. This was for me. “If we’re going to survive this, there have to be rules,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Caelum’s eyes narrowed, wolf still restless, golden edges burning in the dark. “Rules?” His tone made it sound like a curse.

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

They were poor yet had eyes that twinkled like stars. I went up on stage to share my story. "I, too, once thought of giving up. I, too, once felt that there was nothing but darkness in the world. But I realized that the only way for me to shine even the smallest light in the darkness was to become stronger myself. "Do not give up on your dreams for the sake of anyone else. Never lower yourself to please another. And the reason is this—you are the main character in your own story." Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

The host continued without pausing this time around. "Rule Five, no outside intervention is permitted once a trial has begun. No contestant may interfere in another match unless that day's specific rules allow for teamwork. Rule Six, weapons, abilities, and techniques may only be used within the permissions granted by that day's trial. Violation results in immediate disqualification. Rule Seven, anyone who deliberately kills another contestant outside the permitted conditions of a trial will face immediate disqualification and punishment under this competition's governing laws." He swept his gaze across the assembled contestants, some were pale with fear, others stood with jaws set and eyes

Too good at it. I learned her moods. Her tells. I read her like a book. But when the hormones kicked in, and my dick started wanting more, I made rules to keep myself in line. Rules are control. Control is survival. Some came from martial arts. Others I invented along the way. Over time, the list grew. They keep the demons quiet. Keep me functional. I bring them up in my head. Rule 1: Never fall in love with your best friend’s sister.

The cover was rough leather, stamped with a single countdown in blood-red numbers: [Time Until Gray Mist Arrives: 00:59:32] This wasn't just a manual. It was a countdown to death. Jake frowned and flipped to the first page. [Survival Rules] [1. Your vehicle is your safe zone. No one may enter without your permission.] [2. Inside your vehicle, you are the absolute master. Players cannot harm you while you're inside. Items in your vehicle cannot be stolen—unless you die.] [3. In this world, even common monsters are tough. But every kill drops rich rewards.]

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

I swear sometimes being best friends with River is like having a whole second mom who sees everything. “Rule number one, be nice to everyone. This includes the staff, no one is below you. Rule two, if you have a need, simply ask. Rule number three, there will be no sex or sexual contact. This is to ensure every female has a fair chance at winning over the alpha without trying to bribe him with your body.” River snorts, “what if rule number two negates rule number three?”

Tabby, who was on my team, also looked confused as she stood beside me. “It’s up to you to come up with the resources you need for survival,” Levi continued, narrowing his eyes. “But be careful and use strategy. You might run into wild animals that aren’t friendly. But most importantly, opposing teams are your enemies. Killing is not prohibited, but you may surrender if you feel you won’t survive the attack. If you surrender, you are giving the other player your white flag. The drone will capture it, and you will be retrieved by chopper and taken back to the base. If you surrender, you are forfeiting the competition, and you will be eliminated.” More murmurs erupted throughout the crowd, my

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.