Novel & Cerita The Cider House Rules

But what no one knew was that behind those bars was a fingerprint lock and a steel door. Where the real room waited there. They were already there when I arrived. Three of them. The only men I trusted enough to sit across from. Men who have bled with me, laughed with me, buried problems with me. Business partners and friends, depending on the night. “Adrian,” Luca said first, slowly lifting his glass, his voice giving away the fact that he was completely under the influence of the liquor in his glass. “You’re late.” “Rough evening?” Malik added, grinning faintly. I didn’t return the smile. I took my seat at the head of the table instead. Legs crossed over eachother, as i breathed. “They’ve t

‘Couldn’t ’ave made it home, either. After helping Albert and Maud load the transmitters into the back of the Metro, Dennis had decided to treat himself to a Cinder’s Cider or two. Problem was, when Hodges talked about two, he usually meant jugs. In a way, he felt it was a minor celebration given that the immediate danger had passed with the transmitters now safely in their possession. He risked sitting up, his hands grasping the surface supporting his large frame. He felt wooden slats against his palms; recognising where he was immediately since he often found his way to this place when out on a night with his best friend, Cinder's Cider.

He continued. “Rule number one; don’t you fall in love with me.” His eyes flipped up to me. “Crystal clear,” I said. “That would never happen.” “Good. That is the most important part, and that was why I made it the first rule. You can add your own rules when you are done going through them. When you are done, we can all sign and I will introduce you to my father.” “What about my child?” “I added nothing about her there because I do not know if you would want me to adopt her or not. Whatever decision you make regarding that is okay with me.”

“Ass-kicking ladies who have been stabbed in the line of duty get to drink wine and watch the man cook. That’s a rule, you know.” “It is?” She clambered on to a stool. “Says who?” “Says me.” “Ah, yes. The famous Rhodes Rules. I have heard of them, actually.” “Smart ass,” he growled as he brought her some wine. “Now, not too much of this, OK? It doesn’t mix well with your medicine.” She took a tiny sip and then sighed. “Thanks, Luke.” “No problem.” He went back to chopping vegetables. "I like taking care of you.”

Jewel Rivers hated nothing more than having to turn back. If she left something behind, she would move on without it. If she took a wrong turn, she kept going. She said, "Turning back is a waste of time. The only way is forward." She even drove right past me without stopping one night after I had worked late. I texted her, "I just saw your car drive by. Can you turn around and pick me up?" Three minutes later, she replied, "Rules are rules. I don't turn back. Take a cab home yourself." - The next day was our eighth anniversary. We had planned to go to the nearby theme park together. Twenty minutes after we set out, my close friend, Jason Smith, sent a message in the group chat

I was floating on Alcohol and Cider is flying in his head. I don't have the legit reason why Cider was dancing with me willingly, while disregarding the group of people who regarded the two of us as thrash but I enjoyed his company rather than an asshole who is a sorry excuse of a husband. Callum was furious, but he wasn't the only one. I was more furious and borderline disappointed. One moment he was the sweet,caring and loving husband and suddenly he went to Celine’s puppy? If he ever heard me calling a puppy, it would end in an ugly way but it's all okay because I was just thinking about it.

Emilia had become the biggest laughingstock in all of Langshore, especially among the wealthy. "All of the business dealings have been halted, Ms. Leone. It's only a matter of time before the Morelli family goes bankrupt. Should we just go ahead and…" He wanted to ask if we should just force the Morellis into bankruptcy ourselves and seize their assets. I lowered my gaze, staring at the coffee in my cup. "What's the matter? You can't bear to do it?" I looked up joyfully. "Ciaran!" I'd thrown myself into Ciaran's arms before I realized that a handsome man was following closely behind him. Embarrassed, I let go of Ciaran and greeted, "Hi. It's been a long time."

“Last time, you made the rules. We take turns asking each other ten questions. But during the whole game, each person only gets three chances to drink instead of answering. Once those three chances are used up, every question after that has to be answered.” He looked at her. “Do those rules still count?” Winter had always known Chris had an excellent memory, so she was not surprised. An unfinished game had to end eventually. She gave a soft hum. “They count.” Chris noticed she hadn’t touched the peanuts, so he pushed the plate a little closer. “We each asked three questions. I used one of my drinking passes, so we still have seven questions left. You still have all three of yours.” Winter ha

I calm myself down, taking deep breaths as I finally pick up the book. I close my eyes and say a silent prayer before opening my eyes again. I turn to the first page and read its content. This Rulebook governs the operations, conduct and sanctity of the house. These are not mere rules. They are law. Breaking them is treason. Treason is punished by fire or silence. I roll my eyes, then turn to the next page. ✦ HOUSE RULES ✦ 1. No Outsiders Beyond the Gate. Visitors, strangers, or even friends not sworn to the Family are forbidden to cross the threshold. All exceptions must be approved by the Head or his Consigliere.

You dream it, it’s here. There’s also a large platter overflowing with fresh fruit—berries, grapes, sliced melons—along with a transparent pitcher filled with orange juice. A few bottles of champagne sit nestled in an ice bucket beside another pitcher of orange juice for mimosas, while a steaming pot of coffee sits within easy reach. Everything is simply perfect. Dominique’s family and Anthony’s family, all gathered together on this rooftop overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the distance. The scent of the sea fills the air, carried toward us by the gentle morning breeze, mixing with the smell of coffee and warm food.