Vow Of Silence Rules Novels & Stories

the calm voice said, “we talk.” I nodded once. “No names,” he continued. “Not even out of habit.” “I know.” “No fake stories,” the man with the glass added. “No half-truths.” “That wasn’t listed,” I said. He smiled slightly. “Still a rule.” I didn’t argue. “No phones,” the man near the table said. “Put it somewhere we can see.” I reached into my bag and set my phone on the table. Screen down. I didn’t slide it. I placed it. That difference mattered.

LUNA Ace handed me the first sheet without a word, but the concern in his eyes said it all. The words in capital letters at the top already tied my stomach in knots: RULES FOR GOOD COEXISTENCE – CUBE 2.0 The list was surreal, almost absurd. * Silence is forbidden for more than 2 consecutive hours, unless sleeping. * The couple must maintain physical contact at least 3 times a day. * Every meal must be eaten together, sitting face-to-face.

She knew better than to talk though. "I believe I'll stay here and witness the punishment for these barbarians. It is my right." Westworth replied with a sly smile. "No," Vanku responded with a click that confused Trisha. Had she made that sloshy snap sound with her mouth? How? "What?" Westworth demanded. "You're going against the rules. The Assembly does have to abide by them." "The rules only state that I would find if your words involving your organization were true or not. There is nothing that says you're allowed to stay here while I render my judgment."

There was no hesitance or reluctance as Alexander immediately agreed. “Recite the oath of omertà.” Alexander turned to the crowd with confidence in his stature. “I vow to never, under any circumstances, apply for justice to the legal authorities and never to assist in detecting crimes committed against oneself or others. The right to avenge wrongs is reserved for the victims and their families. If I break this vow, may I be punished with death?” I let out a breathy exhale at the vow. This was the infamous code of silence that was punishable by death. To think that Alexander made this vow without fear.

The usual laughter and play were gone, replaced by suspicion, fear, anger. Victor stood at the center of it all, his presence radiating authority, but even his calm veneer looked strained. His voice carried across the floor. “Put your phones away. Now.” One by one, people obeyed. The silence that followed was louder than any music. Victor’s gaze swept the room, sharp as a blade. “Someone has violated our most sacred rule. What was shared should never have left these walls. Until we know who is responsible, nothing leaves this club. No excuses. No exceptions.”

“I know that now, and even if she did send you just to mock me, it would still have been a mistake nonetheless. That woman didn’t understand my rules. The presence of male companions isn’t my issue. It’s the loud sex that I hate so much.” Will cleared his throat. “Um, I understand your point, Ms. Miller. So… What are the rules?” “Rule number one: you can’t bring in your boyfriend or girlfriend or anyone you could potentially have sex with. Rule number two: no swearing, shouting, or making any loud noises. Rule number three:, drugs and alcohol are strictly not allowed. Rule number four: no dogs or any animals inside the house,” Una rapped. “Rule number five…” Will waited and noticed how Una b

This was not the first time she had been told the rules, ''No matter what he did to her, she had to stay perfectly silent. He waited five minutes, until the alphas were deep in discussion about something else. Then he thrust up again. Hard and deep, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision blur. Eve's nails dug into her palms, her teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached. She couldn't make a sound. Couldn't move. Couldn't give away what was happening below the camera's view. "I think we need to revisit the agreement from last quarter," Silas said, his voice slightly rougher now. He thrust up again, this movement hidden by the desk but devastating to Eve. "The terms aren't working for ou

Thankfully, it is empty. As I look around, I notice it isn’t merely empty; it looks unlived in. “Don’t you have a roommate?” He smiles, but the smile resembles pain, not joy. “Nope.” Everyone has to have a roommate. It’s one of Aton’s rules that no one should be alone. I can only grunt, “Hmm.” I pluck the bottle from his grip, setting it on the table. The photo of me and Timothy kissing flashes in my mind, accusingly, and I push it away.

He reached out, his long finger lightly tapping against the center of the third page. "Rule Number Four: No deliberate sabotage. Neither of us is permitted to intentionally damage the other's reputation, business, or personal standing. Furthermore, neither party is allowed to publicly reject or disavow this relationship while the agreement remains active. You cannot run to the press declaring a separation six months from now because you find my home too quiet or my schedule too demanding." "And if I break one of these rules?" I asked, looking up to meet his intense gaze. "If I trip over my words in front of a reporter, or if I panic and want out?"

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.