Tom Riddle Rule 34 Novels & Stories

I knew then… I'd been right. The monster's second death condition: Fail to escape within three hours, and you die automatically. I let out a brittle, almost manic laugh as I carved the bloody rule into my arm, and a stray thought crept in. The monsters seem to have a fondness for the number three. Three requests. Three hours. Could there be… a third death condition? My gaze swept over the densely packed words scarring my skin, and all at once, the truth clicked into place. The monster was required to tell its victim its core rules.

I started sorting through everything in my room, cutting up and destroying everything that had anything to do with him, such as the hundreds of photos we'd taken together and the personalized items he got for me. With each ruined item, my heart ached a little more. Out of nowhere, my phone buzzed. An unfamiliar number had sent me a link to an Instagram account. Once I clicked on it, I was greeted with intimate photos of Rocco and Emilia. "My darling took me ring and dress shopping today! He said he wants to give me the best of everything!" "As we stood under the northern lights, he held me close and told me he loved me." "He had the scare of his life when I fell and got a scrape today!"

It was their code and as barbaric as they can get, they never ever break this. Now in silence, they completed the rest of their nine rules. Each of them sat wherever they pleased and was in deep thought over their three individual rules. "Rule #3: The first one to spot target spends the entire day with her." Javier said. "Bullshit." the two others called. Now it was a rule that if 2/3rds of them did not like the rule made, it could be altered, if not, however, it would remain absolute. Javier chuckled,"What? You two should actually just go to school early."

" These are the rules! 1: No help from outside! 2: No running away from stage before the fight ends! 3: No use of extreme powers because one of the opponent is human!" The bald man read out but there was hesitation before the third one and it was obvious it wasn't in the book. He just added it himself. Princess Sophia raised her hand " I don't agree with the third rule!" She said and others turned to her. " Why?" The bald man asked with a disgruntled face. It was like he wasn't the one laughing at Princess Sophia earlier.

It was possession wearing the shape of love. Adrian stepped back a little, exhaling slowly as if reining himself in. “You’re trembling again.” Theo forced a weak smile. “Maybe I’m cold.” “No,” Adrian said quietly. “You’re waiting.” He lifted a hand, brushing the damp fabric of Theo’s shirt where it clung to his chest. “Lesson three,” Adrian murmured. “When you break a rule, I remind you who made it.” Theo whispered, “And who made this one?”

“Sleep. Tomorrow, Daria will show you the estate boundaries. Cross them, and I’ll assume you’re trying to escape.” “Rule four?” His lips twitched. “Rule four is: Don’t touch my things. That includes my books, my office, and my men.” He dropped his hand and left without another word. I touched the spot under my eye. My skin burned where he’d touched me. 364 days left. Rule one: Don’t fall in love with me. Rule two: Don’t lie. Rule three: No privacy. Rule four: Don’t touch his things. He’d given me four rules in one night. How many would he have by day 365?

Rage wells inside my chest as I recall all the past events of how he tortured my mom and how he took advantage of her soft and kind heart and more hate towards him grows like tumor. Not this time Marc Garwood. You won’t escape this time. A cold hand comes over my warm one and I’m taken out of my hostile thoughts. “He won’t escape.” Adair states his words holding a fire to them. “He won’t.” I say back my voice holding a strange coldness to it. *****

Even though I hadn't been paying full attention, a few rules had managed to stick. "In case you forgot, dating a teacher is strictly prohibited, handsome." I turned back around to face them. They were frantically trying to fix their clothes. The guy froze mid-buttoning when he realized I hadn't left yet. He turned toward me, his wide eyes locking onto mine as he took me in. I cleared my throat. "But hey, whatever. Rules are meant to be broken." He looked away and resumed buttoning his shirt. I let out a sharp sigh. "Next time, be more careful. Not everyone is as nice as I am," I deadpanned.

An awkward silence enveloped them until Creed blurted "Alright...Since now that we're on the same page...let me tell you the rules. There are three things you all need to keep in mind." "First...Pull out your most powerful weapon and go for the head. I don't care even if it costs you your speed but I need brutal force. When you are at your limit, give a signal, and I will choose the next sprinter." "Second, Don't keep track of my arrows, nor are you allowed to dodge them. Just focus on your own job and let me do mine!"

he exclaimed tugging on miras shirt till she finally woke from her fantasy. “What?” “This” “Oh no this is not good” “What is not good?” Ava asked moving closer. “There's a red card on you… it's” she paused. “ This is not just good” “Can you just tell me” Ava said confused. “Well” Zach interrupted “it's the night of the festival and each night of the festival starts with a newbie being kind of tortured with mind games hosted by the number 1 himself”. “Sooo..” “Yes you've been chosen for this nights mind games” Mira said “anyone one who dares messes with kael raven Croft doesn't always stay normal to tell the tale, Ava those mind games are traumatizing his going to use your fear against you an