The Rule Book Novels & Stories

The brunette leaned in to lick a stripe up his neck, her hand now rubbing lower, pressing against his balls through the fabric. More sluts pressed in a slim one with piercings in her ears and nose, her fingers tracing patterns on his exposed chest, nails scraping lightly over his pecs. She rubbed her palm flat against his sternum, feeling his heartbeat race. The golden-haired slut's touch turned to his arms, stroking from elbow to wrist, then reversing to caress his forearms while the curly-haired one behind ground her hips against his back, her hands roaming freely over his sides.

I say as I count on my fingers as I watch his eyes narrow and I smile triumphantly. “Ha ha, hilarious. Be serious. What are the rules?” I stand and move towards my dad and take out a key and open a secret compartment that is hidden in the desk. Pulling out the rules of Hell. Yes, we do actually have rules in a book. I place the black bound book on the desk in front of him and he looks from me, to dad to the book and back to me. His face has paled. Oh dear goddess, he thought, it would be party central, with all kinds of debauchery. Well no, well maybe, but he won’t know that.

he said, pointing to the chair across from him. She obeyed, lowering herself onto the chair, her eyes flicking to the notebook. The air was heavy, tense. She could almost hear her heartbeat. Julian slid the notebook across to her. The cover was plain, black, but inside she could see neat writing, his bold strokes filling the pages. “What’s this?” she asked softly. “My rulebook for you,” Julian said simply. His tone left no room for laughter, no room for doubt. Her lips parted slightly. “Rules? AGAIN?”

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”

“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:

It doesn't matter" he said. Somehow those words found a way of stabbing her hard in the chest. She didn't understand why she cared, why she wanted him to give a positive reply. She hated the way he answered like she didn't matter, and he was right though, she didn't matter. He looked at her whilst saying the words like he was waiting for her reaction, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her hurt. *What did he even have with Madison anyway?* she thought inwardly She plopped on her bed and brought out her rule book. She had found it in her bag while packing and concluded her master made the orders for the book to be placed in her bag. Probably as a reminder of her basic

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

"Don't make me angry, okay?" Still, there was no response, which only fueled Sam's passion and anger even more. "Answer!" Sam demanded, his voice thundering. It was terrifying and caused Beatrice to quickly nod. That made Sam smile with satisfaction, but he still didn't release his grip. There was one more thing he needed to emphasize to Beatrice. "Third rule," Sam said. This time he spoke with commanding eyes. It was not to be questioned, and Beatrice knew that if she violated it, severe punishment would follow. What exactly it was, Beatrice didn't know.

His eyes lit up when I answered. "Thinking about you, Xander," I whispered. A big smile spread across his face. So you've been bad, little Sky—he whispered. We're going to set some rules, He said, and picked up a blank piece of paper along with a pen. I'll set mine and you'll set yours, okay? Excuse me, but what are the rules? I asked and he looked at me. "I want us both to have a good time, Sky and even though you're my secretary, I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything you don't want to do," he said, looking at me.

Rules once clear now meant nothing. This moment, I set the terms. Rules came from me now.