William Afton Rule 34 Novels & Stories

"No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office." "Agreed." "And if this starts affecting my job or your relationship with Anthony, we stop." I do not like that rule, but I understand it. "Agreed." "And Richard? I won't be your dirty secret. If this becomes something real, something serious, eventually we go public. I won't hide forever." "Deal." She smiles, and it transforms her entire face. "Then we have an agreement, Mister Westwood." I pull her against me, feeling her body melt into mine. "We do, Miss Hart."

“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.

Feminism rule number 34, instill fear in your predators, let them know you know their weakness and know that you cannot be messed with. "So now, let's make a deal", I said sitting comfortably on the chair in front of the table. "You let the two of them go, and maybe, just maybe, you get to live till tomorrow morning ".

Everyone began to panic, turning to look at the now-sealed and locked door. Then, a voice spoke. It wasn't the voice of the official, but a hoarse and chilling synthesized voice that echoed through the hidden speakers of the entire aquarium. "Welcome, everyone, to the Triton Aquarium... the chosen." "In this place... only 'rules' will guide you." "These are the 13 Iron Rules of the Forbidden Aquarium." "..." "If you violate them... unforeseen consequences will occur." The voice fell silent, leaving behind an eerie stillness and a fear that began to creep into everyone's minds. They looked at each other, confused and panicked. This journey wasn't just an exploration or a search for the truth.

Vivian stared at me, stunned, before collapsing into uncontrollable sobs. "I... I just gave in to temptation! Please help me pay the taxes my company owes—or I'll go to prison. If you help me, I'll come home and be a full-time wife. I'll take good care of you, and we can have another child..." I couldn't listen anymore. I stood up and stepped away from her. "This house is my premarital property. Move out immediately, or I'll have your things thrown out on the street." Why would I want a full-time wife who cheats on me and tries to trap me with another man's child?

It is the booty call agreement. "Come over..." He motions towards the table. Once being on his side, he wastes no time talking, "Why don't we break all the rules that bind the agreement before we call it quits except the last two." My eyes skim the rules we made and signed in front of a notary. I read them. Rule 1: Never spend the night together Rule 2: Purely sexual relationship, nothing more. Rule 3: Never talk about the agreement with third parties. Rule 4: No public interaction. We are strangers to the outside world.

I sat up abruptly and turned on the bedside lamp. Four-thirty in the morning. Still pitch dark outside. I picked up my phone, opened the notes app, and started typing. If we were going to cohabitate, there would be rules. Clear, specific, enforceable rules. I was a lawyer. Drafting agreements was what I did. My fingers flew across the screen. Rule one: Brode Ramsden shall not, under any circumstances, enter Evelyn Winchester's bedroom. This includes but is not limited to knocking, forced entry, keypad override, or directing others to open the door on his behalf.

I only heard snatches of the conversation so I have to listen extremely carefully now. Kenneth motioned for my aunt to continue speaking. My aunt looked at my uncle who nodded at her before she continued. " Most of our conditions are basic ground rules. One, nothing, and absolutely nothing must happen to Rose throughout the duration of their stay together. Two, they do not stay with any of us, but rather in a separate house together, far from the interference of any of us. Three, if Rose decides she wants to leave at any time, she must be allowed to, but that can only happen after at least a week of being together," She looked at me as she said this. I'm sure I can endure a week of torture,

> Rule 3: You must attend every business function Lucian deems necessary, with no objections. > Rule 11: You will not initiate contact with any male guest unless permitted. > Rule 19: Your wardrobe will be curated weekly. Any personal alterations must be pre-approved. > Rule 31: You must always wear your ring. > Rule 44: You will not cry in front of Lucian unless granted permission. > Rule 50: Any breach of rules may result in severe disciplinary action. Physical, psychological, or otherwise. I stared at the last line until it blurred.