U Know The Rules And So Do I Novels & Stories

"I know what to do!" ****

Ricky said. "None taken, it is a shitty ass car," Ben replied. Ben held Ricky by the waist before pecking his head. "Wait wait wait, you guys don't know the rules?" Amy asked. "What rules?" Rachel asked in confusion. "The I* rule??" Amy said as a matter of fact like it was a general rule everyone knew about, and by everyone she meant Ricky and Ben. "Oh shit yeah, you guys don't know the I* rule?" Ricky said like it was a normal phenomenon.

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

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

Of course i do remember " I manage to say "Well if you do remember, you should know you've violated the rules and you know the punishment " He said with a smirk "What!!! I exclaimed "i.. I.. did not.. not vio.. violate any rules " i stammered knowing fully well that he was right "My first rule was that you're to sleep early and wake up by 7:00am but i guess you slept late and now check the time" he said and i slowly peered to check the time

To do the sensible thing. I hit send: *I'll be there.

𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹: 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. �

"I am simply following the rules!" "You..."

Ever. > Rule 3: You will be ready for me at 8:00 PM every evening. No excuses. > Rule 4: You do not ask questions about my business. > Rule 5: What happens in this house stays in this house. Iza looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a spark of the fire he had mentioned the night before. "Rule number three. 'Ready for you.' What exactly does that mean?"

Brad uttered, and I hesitated. “What rules?” I questioned, feeling a bit uncomfortable about doing something I didn’t know much details about. “Don’t you trust me? Look at the world around us. We are all bound by rules. To see, to eat, to drink, to have fun, there are rules.” “I still don’t understand what you mean by the rules we are bound by to see, eat, drink and have fun.” I spoke back, standing my ground. Then I heard him sigh.