House Rules Novels & Stories

Look at the irony! " This is your room," I say gesturing to the door. " Inside your room, there is the bathroom door. If you go through it you'll find my room. That's why we have to make some rules.." " Ohh... I like it. We're gonna be close." he says giving me a dirty smile. " And rules... Rules for what?" " First of all.., no one should know that we live in the same house, especially Rob.. " " What does that dick have to do with this?? " he asks nervously.

He spreads his arms along the back like he’s claiming territory. “Should I be taking notes on this legislation?” “Rule one: no women. Period. End of discussion.” “Already jealous? We’ve been roommates for twelve hours.” I ignore his smirk. “Rule two: no unauthorized exits. Rule three: no mysterious phone calls. Rule four: no suspicious meetings. This apartment is now Fort Knox.” He stretches his legs out, all lazy confidence and dangerous muscle. “That’s actually three separate rules, but who’s counting?” “Rule five: keep your hands off my belongings.”

Ama managed to stammer, her heart racing. Madame Rachel’s glare was intense as she turned her focus back to the group. “We do not tolerate lateness or frivolity here. Most of you are familiar with the three most important rules we must all abide by. For the sake of our new member,” she continued, her gaze landing on Ama, “I will remind you.” “The first rule: do not speak to the masters or madams of the house unless spoken to first.” “Secondly, you may not enter their private suites unless summoned or instructed by me, and you must always knock three times before entering.”

I thought of the medical bills multiplying in my mailbox like a terminal disease. I picked up the pen and signed my name. "Rules," Reya stated, standing up to signify the end of our meeting. "Learn them tonight, because nobody is going to repeat them to you. One: You don't ask for names. Anyone. Ever. Two: You serve, you smile, and you forget. Three: The main floor is your territory. The second floor is invitation-only."

"Come on. Someone has to own the house." "It is a pack property," Brendan says. "We call it the Party House. We use it for events, and we all pitch in to clean up afterward. Those are the Westwood rules. If we wreck the place or stop taking care of it, the Alpha shuts it down. It keeps things respectful while we blow off steam."

he whispered his vow lower than usual with his accent thicker, I almost choked when I heard what he agreed me with, I forced a smile deciding to ignore the fact that he called me that. "It's decided then you are going to stay in this room" he commanded his cold stare still on me "If you need anything press that button near the bed... And also I don't need to tell you the house rules you will eventually understand them" Mikhail explained but it sounded more like he was giving out a order or something like that. "What kind of house rules?" I questioned genuinely confused, of course I know Mafia houses have hierarchies and rules bu

Never change or hate your codename. MR27011. House Rules LND003. Do not remain inside the cabin for the whole day. LND004. Clean it every day. MR34810. Houses Laws I LND005. Each of every House has importance, and so each of every Zoner shall take care of the said places. LND006. The Seventh-day is for Sunday Study. MR46109. Houses Laws II LND007. Monday's for Research.

"Stage is where you dance for everyone. You get tips. Twenty percent goes to the house. Rest is yours. Private rooms are for one on one dances. You negotiate your price. Fifty percent goes to the house." "Fifty percent?" I repeated. That seemed like a lot. "You got a problem with that?" he asked, turning to look at me. His eyes were cold, hard. "No," I said quickly. "Good," he said before keeping walking. "Rules are simple. No drugs. No stealing. No drama with the other girls. You show up on time, do what you're told. Break the rules, you're out. Understand?" "Yes." He showed me the dressing room where girls got ready. Mirrors with lights, racks of costumes, everything smelling like hairspra

he warned softly. "The first rule you have to strictly follow is to never, ever disobey me. The second rule is that you will never question me about anything. What I say will happen, and absolutely no one has the right to question my authority. The third rule is that you will not talk to any of the male staff or guards in this house. The fourth rule is that you will never leave this house without my explicit permission. If you ever have to go somewhere, you will ask for my permission first. And lastly, and most importantly—"

I wrote the next rule. “Rule six: if we are attending an event and someone insults me, I get the first word.” “Why?” “Because if you go first, things will become expensive.” He paused. “That sounds like a threat.” “It is a promise.” I wrote faster now, warmed up by my own audacity. “Rule seven: no one is allowed to enter my room without knocking twice.” “Why twice?” “Because once is a mistake. Twice is a warning.” He folded his arms. “Continue.”