Novel & Cerita Brat Rules

“Drop your phones and bags here, “She said pointing to a corner in the room and they obeyed. “Now you can take your seat, “She said and they all sat down with Kenny sitting beside Rachel. “My rules are very simple and you must obey them. Rule no 1:No talking No2:No laughing No 3:No sleeping No4:No standing. Stay on your seat till this is over. No5:No smiling No6:No frowning No7:No picking your nose Rachel gave her a look thinking the woman has officially gone crazy. No8:No giving me that look She said looking at Rachel who gulped down nothing “You disobey any of these rules, you stay here for one more hour .just sit and do nothing !... Any questions?”She asked and half the students raise the

I gaped at him“That’s just ridiculous” He shrugs “I don’t make the rules, you need to know that these people will do anything to get ahead, to get power” “But you should be able to change the rules in some cases” I now know that if a boss dies without a male heir, if there is a female child she marries the closest cousin to birth the next boss. “What happens if there is no heir, at all?”

As my nanny,you need to know all this" Angel said,bringing out a long booklet for bethel. She handed it out. Bethel collected it. ”why so many rules?” "She wouldn't be a pain in my ass, she doesn't look like someone with pride” Bethel thought,glancing at the booklet. * You must review my homework every night so as to correct any mistake unnoticed by me. * Do not hit me like an animal * Do not insult me * Do not use my credit cards without my notice. * Always answer every questions I ask you. * Do not kiss me,only my Dad has that right.

Looking over at the girl, I think her name was Britney, from the looks of it she doesn’t seem to like me that much but nevertheless I just ignored it. “So simply put there are 3 key rules if you want to train under me. Number 1. Be on time. Number 2. Respect everyone. Number 3. No fighting unless given permission. And of course, if any of these are broken, there would be punishment.” I said in a serious manner. Everyone nodded, well except for one, “so what are you going to do about it' Britney said with a smirk believing that I can't do anything about her.

I can post them on the fridge and everything. Rule #1: A bra must be worn at all times. There will be no nipples shown in this house! Rule #2: Shorts must be long enough to cover ass cheeks and pussy! Rule #3: No touching! In fact, there should be a foot of space between us at all times. Rule #4, I mentally add with a groan: Under no circumstances are we to fuck.

“Mr. Vincent ordered that I give you the house rules. Please go through them.” “Alright,” I nodded, before heading to my room. With the children away for most of the day, I would be free to attend to my own needs. I brought out the sheet of paper from the file, and read through the rules. Do not leave the premises without permission. Never stay out late. Do not take the children out without permission. Make sure you attend to their needs. I skimmed through everything, and they all seemed like normal house rules. However, at the bottom, there was a rule: Do not wander around the house. That was the exact warning that Bruno told me on my first day here. “Mr. Vincent doesn't like people wanderi

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.

“You’re going to walk back into that conference room. You’re going to sit your pretty ass down. You’re going to pick up a fucking pencil—or your phone, I don’t care—and you’re going to make something. Anything. Doesn’t have to be good. Just has to prove you’re not wasting everyone’s time.” I opened my mouth to argue. He cut me off with a look. “And you’re going to do it without being a brat.” The word landed like a slap—sharp, humiliating, and humiliatingly hot. “Brat?” I echoed, voice dangerously low. “Yeah.” He leaned in again, mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “The kind who pouts and sulks and thinks the rules don’t apply because Daddy’s name is on the building. That stops today. Or I’l

“From Dada’s office.” “Okay, list,” Alex said. 6 years, 7 months. To crowd. “Rule 1: No running with balloons. Because Bear. Rule 2: No crying unless you’re 1. Because February is 1. Kind of. Rule 3: No pushing. Because twins. Rule 4: If you break something, you say sorry to Mama. Not me. Deal?” _Thump._ “Deal!” Kids yelled. “Deal,” Bear said. With sigh.

You must read each thing and make opinions about things. Rules I expect to be followed: (Subject to be punished or rewarded for) - Only daddy can touch you, play with you, punish you or reward you. No other man may do so. - Only baby girl can touch daddy, no other woman will be near. - Only daddy can see your body, within reason, bikinis are acceptable - Babygirl must eat 3 healthy meals a day - Babygirl must always be on time, and ready - Babygirl will be respectful and not be a brat, bratting will lead to punishments instantly