The Off Limits Rule Novels & Stories

Aanya frowned her face, folding her arm underneath her breast “What rules?” Stacey squinted her eyes confused “It clearly stated, you aren't allowed to enter someone else's room” “Who the fuck made that silly rule?” Stacey said amidst a snicker. “I can't tell," Aanya looked down, realizing she had said too much, unknowingly.

“I know that now, and even if she did send you just to mock me, it would still have been a mistake nonetheless. That woman didn’t understand my rules. The presence of male companions isn’t my issue. It’s the loud sex that I hate so much.” Will cleared his throat. “Um, I understand your point, Ms. Miller. So… What are the rules?” “Rule number one: you can’t bring in your boyfriend or girlfriend or anyone you could potentially have sex with. Rule number two: no swearing, shouting, or making any loud noises. Rule number three:, drugs and alcohol are strictly not allowed. Rule number four: no dogs or any animals inside the house,” Una rapped. “Rule number five…” Will waited and noticed how Una b

Felix said in a cold tone and looked sharply at Desta. Claire, who did not accept her boss's words, said, “Since when was that rule made, Sir? As far as I know, there are no restrictions on outside vehicles entering or leaving the resort.” “That rule was just made today and came into effect this very second. Do you have a problem with this new rule?” Felix asked, seemingly not wanting to be contradicted. Claire was about to reply to that remark but seeing Felix's aura which was really unpleasant to look at even though it was still extraordinarily handsome, Claire chose not to say anything.

What made it worse was that no one around the table made a move to stop him. It was like they were used to such an occurrence. “Let me go.” I said, trying to pry his grip off my hair but he was too strong. “Don't tell me you are ignorant to the rules in this club.” The man snickered, and fear gripped me. I didn't know about any rules. I was just a student, and I wanted to earn some money for my mother. The tears fell down my eyes, stinging my skin. “Let her go.” A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room.

He started passing out the papers, one row at a time. Maya leaned close as he neared. “Eli.” “What.” “If I don’t make it—” “Maya.” “—delete my search history.” I choked on a laugh, covering my mouth. She grinned. “Focus. Don’t get caught.” The paper landed in front of me. Evidence Law Midterm. My heart sank. First question: Explain the Federal Rules of Evidence 403 and provide one case example. I wanted to cry. Maya whispered, “We’re screwed.”

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

Elijah sighed deeply as he looked at Roman briefly before making the next pronouncement. “Okay… you are allowed to use your abilities but please try not to wolf out. That would immediately end the game and winner becomes the other person that didn’t wolf out. Better now?” Elijah said. “Sounds more like a rule now.” Seth sighed as he listened to the rest of the ridiculous boundaries Elijah was setting as rules. Almost everything could get one disqualified.

She stood in front of them, arms crossed under her breasts so the silk pulled tight across her nipples. “New rules for off campus,” she said quietly. “One: no one comes without permission. Two: if anyone gets possessive starts acting like I belong to him alone he sits out the next round completely. Three: if the neighbour knocks because we’re too loud, everyone freezes. No moving. No covering up. You stay exactly where you are until I handle it.” She let that sink in. “Any questions?” Yusuf half raised a hand half joke, half serious. “What if someone else shows up? Not the neighbour. Someone who knows.”

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.

I could feel his eyes on me, surveying me, working out, however, I would not meet his look. All things considered, I zeroed in on the little subtleties around me — the weak scratch on the edge of the table, the unobtrusive fragrance of cedar and cowhide that stuck to the air. At long last, Mike ended the quietness. "On the off chance that we will do this, there should be rules." "Rules?" I rehashed, grimacing. "Indeed. Rules. Limits. Anything you desire to call them." He inclined forward, his demeanor serious. "This won't be some heartfelt dream.