U Know The Rules And So Do I Novels & Stories

This explains it. I just nodded my head even though the truth is, I don't understand anything. I only know one. Their rules are a total weirdo. Their rules are a word of impossible. Very unrealistic, but then again I'm on another planet. I just thought, could planet nemesis be real? Hehehe.

He Said And I Looked At Him In Disbelief "Are You Serious?" I Asked . "Damn Serious, So Rule 1: No Heels For You Till Babies Are Born. Rule 2: No Running Around The House. Rule 3: You Will Not Leave The House Without Informing Me Or Alone. Rule 4: You'll Eat Lunch, Dinner And Breakfast With Me. I'll Come To See If You're Eating Or Not.

She read through the rules. RULE 1: Live under the pretense of happiness. In the public and everywhere besides your house, and with everyone except Anthony Kings, act like you're happy with your life and your relationship with Anthony Kings. RULE 2: Signing this agreement implies you will be Anthony Kings’ property. He and only he owns you and shall be bonded with you. This states that you shall forsake the opposite gender unless Anthony Kings permits.

I knew by breaking his so-called rules I had invited a storm in my life but then I was not going to follow those rules at all. . #TBC

It landed with a flat, deliberate slap between us. "What the hell are these rules?" I said. He looked at the booklet, then at me and then his jaw tightened. "Did you just realise," he said, very slowly, "that you have already broken two of them by walking in here like this?" "And which ones are those?" I put my left hand on my hip.

I put my hands on my knees instead of the keys. If I start, I might not stop. And I promised Ava I’d rest my voice. I turn to the glass. He’s still there. “Ground rules for this room,” I say, loud enough for him to hear through the partially open door. He steps closer to the console window. “I thought you liked rules,” he says. “No,” I say. “I like *my* rules.” He inclines his head. “Let’s hear them,” he says. “One,” I say, ticking a finger up. “You don’t come in here without knocking. I don’t care whose name is on the deed. This is Switzerland. Neutral zone.”

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.

no soft corner these are the rules that made me stronger so I cant break them at any time That's me seems simple but in reality it's totally a mess with huge number of responsibilities and huge number of enemies....

No more rules. Just us.

leaving me with only one option. "I'm going to change the rules."