Bts Rules 34 の小説・ストーリー

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.

Jacob nodded as Tanya also left the room. "Who is that?" I asked Jacob. "He's Basti. One of the wolf I'm with when we meet in the forest." I frowned, analyzing his words. "What do you mean? That only happened yesterday," I said. Jacob looked at me and sighed. "Lauren, it's been three days since that incident happened." My eyes widened. "W-What three days?" "You've been on this bed for three days. You've been in a high fever and you've only just regained consciousness today," he explained.

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.

He then read the third rule. 3. Part B isn't allowed to fall in love with Part A in any situation. Giving a subtly narrowed eye, he interrogated, "What about Party A? Did you already fall for me?" She scoffed, "Never!" "You can't rule the natural feelings. What if you regret it later?" He dictated and struck that rule. "Huh?" Abby was annoyed. 4. Party B shouldn't rule Party A to where to stay, and Party B has no right to order Party A.

he said and scampered off. Bambi removed my arm from around her and moved to the end of the booth seat. I couldn't say my ego wasn't wounded by that move. "Listen if we are to do this. We going to need rules." "Rules," I grinned. I didn't mind rules. "Let me have it." "Well, firstly no kissing and no touching." I laughed hard and she glared at me. "Oh come on if I can't kiss you and touch you. How will my mother believe you're my girlfriend?"

"That's a good point. Of course, I was told what started The Rule in the first place was Zofi giving you kissing lessons or something." "True." I nodded and sighed. "While the letter of the law spells out 'dating', I'm pretty sure the spirit of the law has more to do with not doing anything that would disrupt the balance of the BTC." "Well if we ALL start giving you handjobs, the BTC would remain in balance, wouldn't you say so?" I grinned. "I like the way you think." Naimh looked regretful. "If only..." She stood up straight and took a step back.

Abusing the safe word is prohibited and considered an offense by punishment. Rule 10 – No being a Brat. No talking back. No sarcastic responses. Still scanning through my list of rules and responsibilities do I quickly notice that there’s about 20 or so rules being listed. Each one designed to keep me in check as well as what they expect me to do. Talk about strict.

The last clause in the contract stared right at my face. "LOLA ERIKSON IS BY THE REASON OF THIS CONTRACT TOTALLY UNDER THE CONTROL AND DIRECTION OF MR ANDREA PETERS, AND ANY CONTRADICTION TO THIS CLAUSE WILL ATTRACT A FINE OF $500,000,000." I felt my body shaking. I had been tricked into signing this without going through it because of my mum's situation. This was crazy. Why would he have a right over me and say such terrible things to me? Half a billion dollars? That was impossible to pay back!

Like someone pressed mute on teenage existence and we were only thing about the same thing repeatedly As if that wasn’t enough, Chuck had this dumb rule where everyone had to drop their phones in a small basket so we could “stay present.” Ridiculous, right? Everyone just sneaked back to the basket every ten minutes to check their messages. The party was in Chuck’s basement, one of those unfinished ones where the walls echo and there’s always a faint scent of wet socks and cigarettes. Old speakers blasted music that kept glitching every three minutes. Snacks were everywhere, and someone spilled an energy drink on the beanbag, so it smelled like a mix of sugar and defeat and if that wasn't eno

She opened her mouth again to say something but was cut off by the sound of Rowan hissing. "That son of a bitch." He cursed under his breath. If he had gotten the chance, he would have taken the bastard out but no, he needed the good image, at least for himself even if he wasn't going to do it for his father. The ride was a very quiet one, with Brittany Spears playing in the radio. It was Zoey's song of choice and they let it play, although they had argued about how she wasn't going to get the aux to herself all the time.