Novel & Cerita House Rules

I swung my hands forward to hit him across the face but he caught it and held it tight, his hold hurting my wrist. "So don't forget that you're the one who wants a place to live. You either live by my rules or get the fuck out." I nodded soberly, "what's rule number two?" "No touching or kissing or any kind of undue contact. We are house mates and that's that." I smiled softly already noting how difficult that was going to be for me.

House rules, safe word policy, photography prohibition, private rooms available by request, communal play floor open at our discretion. "Cross is reserved for you for the next two hours," he says in French. "Crops, paddles, floggers, all sanitised and on the rack. If you brought your own, please present them at the bar for inspection. Private suite three is held for you afterward." "Thank you." I pay for the night. Cash. He counts it without looking, slips it into the folder, and steps back. I look at Oliver. He is in tailored black trousers, a charcoal shirt open at the throat.

I told him. A Housekeeper came in with eggs, salmon, and coffee. She set everything down with this ninja-level accuracy. Kumar just stared at the food, then at me, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to eat. “Go ahead,” I said. He started, slow and cautious. A couple minutes in, I broke the silence. “There are some house rules.” He froze, fork halfway up. “House rules?” “Yeah.” I sipped my coffee. “Number one: no work calls before 7 a.m. or after 9 p.m. I don’t do interruptions.”

Their faces darkened at the sight: three girls using high-powered appliances to cook fondue, and charcoal burning on the floor. "Who allowed you to use high-powered appliances in a dorm room? And charcoal, too? Do you have a death wish? If that sparks on a blanket and starts a fire, the school could suffer massive losses. How would you take responsibility?" Rachel’s jaw trembled. Her face went pale. Chloe and Natalie jumped up in panic, saying nothing. "Whose are these?" the dean demanded. Chloe and Natalie immediately pointed at Rachel. "The fondue's hers. The charcoal, too…"

he said, caressing the curve of my waist. I sat up a little, peeling the thin fabric of my stockings off my legs. I felt the chill immediately, but Mr. Jenkins's steady gaze on me prevented me from feeling cold. That man warmed me in every way. First rule if you want to keep your job, he grabbed my hands again: No sock, he grabbed the fabric and rolled it up. He rolled down the window and threw it out. Second, he announced that if you misbehave, there will be punishment.

“Isn’t this the part that’s supposed to be cursed?” Theo shrugged. “Cursed, haunted, same difference.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Can we not freak out before we’ve even unpacked?” The students gathered in the main hall that evening, where the seniors explained the rules. “You’re free to explore during the day,” Kael announced, his voice carrying an edge of authority. “But stay in your rooms at night. The house has… peculiarities.” “What kind of peculiarities?” Anna asked, narrowing her eyes. Kael smiled faintly. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

The contents were shocking. "As a woman of the Cloves family, you will need to adhere strictly to the rules below." "1. Kitchen Rules." "The kitchen does not belong to the man, and all male members of the Cloves are not allowed inside. A daughter-in-law of the Cloves should be independently in charge of all meals." "Nutrition is very important. When three of us are having a meal together, you must have six dishes and one soup." "If you're unable to fulfill the above, you're not allowed to eat with us at the same table."

He looked around the group. Gwen grabbed Hycinth's hand and chimed, "Nope! We have a beer pong virgin on our team!" Hycinth rolled her eyes, but returned Gwen's smile, perfectly at ease. Brian made eye contact with Hycinth and grinned widely. Hmm...maybe a little too widely. He was an unmated male. Thankfully, he moved on quickly, "Okay, House Rules are as follows: There are ten cups for each team, six of which have dares beneath them." He pointed like he was a steward giving safety instructions before a flight, to each group of red solo cups nestled in a triangle formation, at either end of the table.

As I walked into the living area, the Alpha was stood in front of the gathered maids, his face was set in a hard line and his lips were pursed in what looked like anger. When it looked like the maids were complete in the living room, the Alpha cleared his throat and he began to address us. “I’m very sure you all know why you’re here. When each of you was purchased a set of rules were read out to you all and I’m very sure they were communicated in a clear and comprehensible manner.” The Alpha paused to run his eyes round the room and I bowed my head quickly to avoid eye contact with him. “There will be no shouting, name calling, insult hurling, fighting or physical violence in my home. The ne

“I’m taking the belt off,” Theo said, voice rough. He dropped the water bottle on the side table and reached for the buckle. The sound of leather sliding through loops filled the quiet living room. Molly’s stomach flipped. Katie’s smile turned sharp with satisfaction. “Rules first,” Katie said, stepping between them so both had to look at her. “Eleven days. This house only. No one outside these walls ever hears a word. We all get to say stop at any time and everything ends immediately. No jealousy games. No punishing each other later. If someone wants to watch, they watch. If someone wants to join, they ask and they get a clear yes before anything happens. When your parents come home we sit