Good Rules For Littles Novels & Stories

Then later that afternoon she created something. Reasonable honestly. A masterpiece. God. A poster. Fair. A huge poster. Reasonable. Made with crayons. God. Lots of crayons. Fair. Very aggressive crayons. Reasonable honestly. Then she proudly hung it on the refrigerator. God. The Family Safety Rules. Fair. Officially. Reasonable. Rule #1 Don't disappear. God. Rule #2 Hold hands in crowds. Fair. Rule #3 Tell Lily where you going. Reasonable honestly.

I asked and he shook his head. "No and they are ridiculous. Curfew is 10pm on school nights and midnight on weekends. No drinking or drugs. No fighting. No dating. Be respectful to Dad and our brothers. No running away. No blowing anything up. No throwing knives. No sex." he continued and I burst out laughing. I shook my head at Dad, Stone and Smith. "You guys were so close and you had to go and get greedy, didn't you?" I sighed. "Willa and I don't do rules. No deal." West said with finality in his voice.

Ask your Inayat didi — is this the age to play games or to start learning about keeping a household? Nandini, busy stuffing meat with roasted spices, didn’t even raise her head as she joined in. “Haan sahi kaha, Ridhima. Jab dekho tab yahan wahan fudakti rehti hai. Sukoon ki saans toh sirf raat ko leti hai.” (Yes, Ridhima’s right. She’s always hopping around like a squirrel. She only sits still once the night falls.) Leela, slicing onions for the salad, chuckled and added her own jab,

I reply honestly, we're open with each other and never hide things from each other. "And the rules?" she asks "Littles are littles respect them and their little space. If a little misbehave you tell their dom or CG" I tell her, it's just a simple respect rule but we like to remind everyone with it whenever we have a new dom or little. "And how many littles did you have before" she fires back, I think she's jealous which I find adorable again, respecting her feeling I keep a straight face instead of cooing at how adorable she is.

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.

"1st rule is obvious, no one will touch the girl until she is eighteen." Noah declared and they both agreed. They weren't planning to either. "2nd rule, you two will work together like there is no girl between you two. The purpose of coming here was just that." Garry declared and they agreed because work is for their father and they can't ruin it. "3rd, none of you will bad mouth eachother in front of her. It might stress or freak her out." Noah declared. "4th, none of you would interrupt when the girl is with either of you."

Rule one: Always address the brothers as Alpha, nothing more and nothing less. Rule two: Never interact with any of them unless they interacted with you first. Rule three: Do the chores you are given each day, silently. Rule four: Stay invisible. They didn’t want to see, hear, or even smell you. Rule Five: Run when called.

I stood there, the heavy leather book weighing down my hands. Aria was still standing in front of me, completely naked, looking like a queen who had just won a war. I looked down at the pages, my eyes scanning the ink. The Golden Rules: No Touching: Not in public, not in private. Unless we are in front of my father, you do not lay a finger on me. Total Obedience: You will do exactly what I say, when I say it. No questions. No attitude.

I say with a wink enjoying seeing him go to a red flushed tone. "What's your next question?" I ask him with a smile now. "What are my rules?" he asks me. "Well, your rules include your bedtime, eating the food we give you, dressing up as we want, not hiding things from us, calling us daddies, and always staying safe for the sake of our sanity," I say making him chuckle at the last one, he's one naughty baby boy.

The only source of light now was the full moon, street lamps, and light from the bulb and it was less crowdy. From the distance, I saw a woman holding her little girl as they sauntered and another man jogging downtown. Somewhere down the street, a rap contest and crowd cheers sounded. I was humming a song as I walked now half-conscious of my environment. …I’m ain't your son. You ain't my father. So just sleep off if you want to and stop getting me worried. Worried. Worried...