Tom Riddle Rule 34 Novels & Stories

Marcus walked to the far edge, putting distance between us, his back to me. "This is your last chance to walk away," he said without turning around. "Once we cross this line, we can't uncross it. You understand that?" "I understand." "Do you?" He finally turned, and the raw need on his face made my breath catch. "Because I need you to be sure, Jake. I need you to be absolutely certain this is what you want. Because if we do this – if I touch you – I won't be gentle. I won't hold back. I've been holding back for too long."

“Three orgasms. Under ten minutes. You win, two weeks. I win, the watch, the video deleted, and your secret.” “Good.” Something moves in his expression. “One more rule.” “What?” “You’re not allowed to touch yourself. Not allowed to help. Just me.” His thumb brushes my bottom lip and my mouth parts before I can stop it. “My hands. My rules.” “Fine.” “And if you try to fake it—” “I won’t fake it.” “Good.” His eyes hold mine. “Because I’ll know. I know the difference between you pretending and you actually falling apart for me.”

She flipped through it slowly, eyes scanning the rules again. Rule 3: Weakness is not tolerated. Rule 7: Personal disputes must be settled in the ring. Rule 9: Hierarchy is earned through combat, obedience, and demonstration of strength. Her heart beat steadily. Not fast. Not slow. Focused. She pressed a hand to her chest—bound flat—and closed her eyes.

Rule 1: Never fall in love with your best friend’s sister. The first rule. The reason for all the others. The one rule I should never break, even though it has been broken from the start. Rule 2: Never lose control. Essential for a guy who lives one bad decision away from the edge. I use visualization, breathing, and mental drills.

“I told you we would discuss the incident tomorrow. Agent Mitchell is currently resting, and I’m already looking over Axel’s schedule to–” I reach into my pocket, pull out the digital tablet containing the club’s founding charter and legal bylaws, and slap it down on the center of his desk. “Axel isn’t touching her,” I say, leaning forward and placing my palms flat on the desk, staring directly into his eyes. “I’m invoking Rule 21.3.5 of the The Red Room Charter.” Thorne freezes, his entire posture stiffening as the words register. He slowly reaches out and scrolls through the document on the tablet until he hits the specific section.

“Any more?” “Oh, yes.” I lowered my pen dramatically and continued. “Rule twelve: no romantic expectations until I decide the environment is safe.” His eyes locked onto mine. I pretended not to notice. “Rule thirteen: no one gets to call me Mrs. Blackwood in a smug voice.” A faint pause. “Rule fourteen: no gifts that are secretly threats.” His gaze sharpened. “You’ve had those before.” I didn’t answer. He didn’t press. I wrote the final one with visible satisfaction.

Whatever life you lived before no longer exists. The words stabbed at me, I gritted my teeth but kept reading. Rule 4: For every event or occasion I attend, you will accompany me as my wife. No questions asked. Rule 5: At these events, you are not to speak to anyone unless I permit it. Silence is absolute. By the time I reached the last page, my chest burned with rage. Consequences for breaking any rule: Your younger sister will suffer for every violation. I slammed the file shut, my voice cutting through the silence like broken glass.

"Oh yeah, the five-month rule. You still doing that?" Bill was impressed by Rachel's "five-month rule". She never had any sexual contact with a man until after they had been officially dating for five months. Rachel explained it last Halloween night when they were both stuck at home with the flu. It has saved her a lot of heartbreak as some men have given up on her after the first few weeks, others, after hearing about it for the first time. Her rule gave her some serious insight into a man's character and how seriously he was about the relationship. Rachel had discipline and Bill respected that. "Yes, I'm still doing that. It's not a popular fad, that's for sure. Are you still trying to get

I'm just glad that Jacob didn't loose himself after that tragic rejection. "The bonds between mates are too strong. I don't know about your sister if she feels the same way. But anyway, since it's too strong and once you broke the bond between the two of you, the rejector will suffer a consequences. Mates are born for each other and by breaking it, you are against the law and you will be punished." "W-What is the punishment? What kind of consequences?" I asked nervously. It took a long time before aunt Divina spoke. The longer she didn't speak, the more nervous my hands sweated. "What kind of punishment?" I asked again impatiently.

I commented. Eun-woo ignored me as he continued, “Rule 4: Don’t approach me just because you wanted to; Rule 3: Don’t try to talk to me if it’s not something educational-related; Rule 2: Don’t act as you know me personally; And most importantly, Rule 1: Never let anyone we’re step-siblings no matter what.” “Whoa… look who’s talking,” I mocked him. “Aren’t you the one doing as you pleased between the two of us?”