Good Rules For Littles Novels & Stories

“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.

"Rule number one: always call me papa and him daddy. Rule number two: we will not allow any back talk, hitting, yelling, or kicking from you. Use your manners. Rule number three: no lying. Rule number four: never leave the house without either of your daddies. Rule number five: always listen to your daddies. Rule number six: you must take every day a nap when we tell you so. Rule number seven: always use your diapers. Rule number eight: bedtime is at 8 PM unless told otherwise. Rule number nine: eat your fruit and vegetables. And finally, rule number ten: always tell your daddies when something is wrong. We are here to help you and we won't get mad as long as you stay calm and explain clearl

Lillian muttered and Mila chuckled. “She has always been that way. Have you gotten a job already?” Mila queried, but Lillian shook her head. “It is frustrating. These past months have been hell. I'm still waiting for feedback from three companies.” Lily stated and Mila nodded. “We can get a spot for you as a stripper before then. Nora earns well,” Mila nudged her. “Don't even dare!” Lillian warned. “What? It is a cool job. All you have to do is learn the rules of the game. Get a stage name like “Lily baby” you actually know your curves are killers, men will go crazy.” Mila spoke in a serious tone.

His praise for my good behavior gave me goosebumps. "Now if you were to break a rule, one that I've clearly stated and has been understood by you, there will be punishments. Now the first rule you already know. You must verbally answer me and say Daddy. The second rule is you cannot cum without permission. This is going to be a bit harder especially in the beginning. Third, you be honest with me. If something makes you uncomfortable, use your safe words. Talk to me. I can't be a good Daddy Dom to you if you don't talk to me. I'm not a mind reader, little one. Fourth, you count with me. If I say to count or start to count, you count with me. And for right now we'll keep it simple and stick wi

I said rudely hissed through a cough which eventually died down. "Why?" She asked in a pout with her brows furrowed down. "Look there are many rules to follow but for me and you to get along and one of us not to get hurt we both need to follow these rules they are very important..." "NO STAYING IN CONFINED OR CLOSED PLACES TOGETHER NO ANY FORM OF PHYSICAL CONTACT NO FALLING IN LOVE"

Rules: 1-Bed time is 10 pm for weekdays, 11 for weekends. 2-Eat three meals a day. 3-No sweets without asking. 4-Dress according to the weather. 5-Screen time is allowed with moderation. 6-Bath or shower every night before bed. 7-No going out without taking permission first. 8-No hiding secrets. 9-No cursing or bad words. 10-Tell me if you break a rule. "These are just the primary ones, rules can be modified and altered, there's also a note that says Emilio would be the full provider during the relation, it's not a full rule but it's an unwritten one"

He paused to look over at Jacob while they both laughed, "Perfect for a little game, don’t you agree? And as long as you keep to the rules, we won't touch your dying little pet over there." "Rules? What are the rules?" "Don't worry; they are so simple, and you will remember them. 1. Run. 2. Run. and rule number 3. Don’t die. It is not up to you when you get to die; that is up to us. Do you need to write that down, honey? Run, never stop, and ask for permission before dying."

Now it’s my turn to laugh, did she think mom isn’t referring to her as well? Just to get mom to round up whatever she is trying to do here and go back, I answer. “The rules are: 1, No going out alone. 2. We must always have our phones on us. 3. No staying out or up late and 4. No sleeping over at boys room” Leo laughs at the last rule, “No sleeping over at boys room? Then then girls room is allowed for me huh mom? I could work with that” He asks, rubbing his palm over his chin in thought, with a smirk.

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

“ Rule number one, always be you. You don't need to pretend you are fine. You are a human and everything you feel is valid.” Grandpa stated while his eyes are widened gazing at us. “ What is he talking about?” Tim whispered to me as he fixed my little oxygen tank. “ Rules..I don't know what for..” I replied, catching my breath. “ Rule number two, always be good to the mates...and the last one, made them feel like they are home.”