Stephen King Rules Novels & Stories

she asks, and my head shakes. "He's the oldest. The older one takes over," I know that much. "Stephan lost the right to be king. His father was in the process of changing the rules so Grant could be King because Stephan didn't deserve it." My head shakes at her. "Stephen killed their father before it happened. Grant was always stronger, so he said he would fight to win the title. Only Stephen used magic to weaken Grant. He almost killed him but let him live because they were brothers," Bailey explains, and I sit shocked.

“I am going to tell you the rules of the cage. If you enter, that means you herby agree with them. You may have your chance to list your own rules. Rule one: You cannot leave the cage until someone is either unconscious or taps out. If you try to jump the fence, my men will pick you up and throw your ass back in. Rule two: Queen Nina is going to send an electrical current through the metal. If you touch the fence, you will be electrocuted. Now it isn’t enough to kill you or even make you unconscious, but it will be enough that you feel it. Rule three and final rule: Everything counts.” Dad took his hand off Calvin’s shoulder and waited to see if he was going to enter or reject. The crowd was

Suddenly a voice rang out. “MAJOR General HENRY PLEASE STOP, I AM THE MAN IN RULE IN THE Citadel. I HAVE CREATED THE PRINCESS AND THE PRINCIPLE HAS eloped. WE DON'T WANT WAR, PLEASE STOP. HE HAS RECEIVED ONE, AND I WILL GIVE THE KING TO HIM, UP TO HIM.” “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, TODAY STEPHAN KINGDOM WILL BE FUCKED, NO MORE LIKE A KINGDOM. THROW!!!"

My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I had a lead. But before I could message him, there was a knock. The caretaker peeked in. “Ma’am, dinner is ready. Sir is dining outside tonight. You may eat alone.” I nodded. Fine. I didn’t want to face him anyway. Not until I found out the full truth. I returned to my laptop. Typed: Kevin, this is Lily Stephens. I need to talk. It’s important. Sent. Later after work, we did dinner and some work.

“Try to stay calm and I will explain, but I need you to reconnect with me, I need to know your thoughts.” “And I need to know yours, I need to see the truth.” I whispered, not exactly caring if it sounded disobedient, I needed answers. “Very well Fraulein, now concentrate.” He said calmly. I nodded, focusing as hard as I could on the mind link, ensuring that it was stable and I could hear Silas’ thoughts clearly; each one bombarding my mind. My mother had always been loyal to vampires, she ensured she remained docile and obedient at all times, with the exception of Stephen because she was afraid of him. I searched further into the prince’s mind, searching for the reasons behind her fear; gro

She read through the rules. RULE 1: Live under the pretense of happiness. In the public and everywhere besides your house, and with everyone except Anthony Kings, act like you're happy with your life and your relationship with Anthony Kings. RULE 2: Signing this agreement implies you will be Anthony Kings’ property. He and only he owns you and shall be bonded with you. This states that you shall forsake the opposite gender unless Anthony Kings permits.

I subconsciously rushed to the door, my hand already gripping the cold doorknob. I was already running the rescue procedures in my head. I could break down that door in 15 seconds as long as I used my breaching tools. I was just about to turn the doorknob when I recalled Mom's wailing from the phone call, condemning me for being a disgrace to the family. I also remembered the image of the formal reprimand notice vividly, along with Tanya's message in the group chat about teaching a lesson to those who abused their power through their positions.

She was completely terrified of Stephen at that point. Stephen locked himself in his room and pulled out a pen and paper to start listing down the Quinn family rules, which was an entire page long. He had been doing this since he first learned to write, and by now, he could recite them backward. After just two times, his hand started to ache. Just as he was preparing to start the third page, his phone vibrated. Someone had sent him a message. Stephen looked at his phone. It was from a group chat—one with the heirs of other prominent families in Metropolis.

I was tentative about opening this one but reluctantly did. I just needed to know! The second text came into full view and it read: ~And oh, come alone. It won’t end well for you or anyone else if you decide to break my rules. See you soon! Truly yours- Jacob, the vampire king. :) ~

Maya whispered, “We’re screwed.” Professor Richards barked, “Miss Adeniran. One more sound and you’re out.” Maya mimed zipping her lips. I sighed, picked up my pen, and started writing. Ninety minutes. Just ninety minutes. If I survived this, I’d probably pass out in the hallway. The ninety minutes crawled, but I forced myself to focus. Rule 403. Case law. Hearsay exceptions. I wrote like my hand was on fire. For once, even Maya was quiet. Her head bent over the paper, pen moving fast.