Novel & Cerita House Rules

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.”

(Anastasia's Point Of View) Rule number 4, Always attend to the bosses with no questions asked. Rule Number 5, Staff eats breakfast after the bosses. Rule Number 6, no staff is allowed out of the mansion, and lastly, rule Number 7, the top floor is off limits, especially room number 5. And each rule had its own punishment when broken. There were a lot of rules in just a house but then I realized, this wasn't just a mansion, there were a lot of activities going on that I didn't know about.

“If it reacts to names, to Crowe, to Lunaris, I need to know. It’s a barometer I’d be an idiot not to read.” Barometer. Leash. Alarm bell. All true. “Fine,” I said. “My turn.” He arched a brow. “You have rules?” “Of the house?” I said. “Yes. For you.” Kieran leaned against the wall, watching with open amusement. “This should be good.” “Rule one,” I said, pointing at Daire. “No walking into my room without knocking. I don’t care if the house is on fire. You knock. If I don’t answer and you smell blood, then you can break the door down and show off.”

Bulletproof glass from floor to ceiling, black marble floors veined with gold, a fireplace big enough to roast a man. Raven stood in the foyer clutching her ratty duffel, boots dripping melted sleet. Saint appeared at the top of the floating staircase wearing a black silk robe, belt loosely knotted, a heavy crystal tumbler of something amber in his hand. “Your room is the last door on the left,” he said. “House rules, effective immediately. No drugs on this premises. No overnight guests. No boys, period. Curfew midnight. You break a rule, you get punished. Understood?”

I put my hands on my knees instead of the keys. If I start, I might not stop. And I promised Ava I’d rest my voice. I turn to the glass. He’s still there. “Ground rules for this room,” I say, loud enough for him to hear through the partially open door. He steps closer to the console window. “I thought you liked rules,” he says. “No,” I say. “I like *my* rules.” He inclines his head. “Let’s hear them,” he says. “One,” I say, ticking a finger up. “You don’t come in here without knocking. I don’t care whose name is on the deed. This is Switzerland. Neutral zone.”

He tossed a thick, leather-bound folder onto the bed next to her. "What is this?" she asked, reaching out to touch the cool leather. "Your life for the next six months," Dark replied. "The Rules of the House. Read them. Memorize them. Break one, and there will be consequences." Iza opened the folder. The pages were vellum, the ink crisp and black. > Rule 1: You do not leave the penthouse without an escort. > Rule 2: You do not enter the private study on the north wing. Ever.

I replied. Then the maid showed me my room and the guest room. "Madam, the rules of the house are: no one is allowed to enter sir's room without knocking, the rooms at the end of the floor are off limits, no one is allowed to enter them, everyone must have dinner and breakfast together, no one is allowed to talk back to sir." I nodded my head trying my best to remember everything.

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

Below it were seven numbered points that Dante told himself were reasonable, professional, and absolutely necessary for the house to run smoothly. He handed the paper to her at breakfast. "You wrote me rules?!," Mia said. She scanned the page with a look that suggested she was fighting the urge to laugh in his face. "Guidelines," Dante corrected. "For clarity." "Rule one: 'Household staff will refrain from entering the study without prior notice.'" She looked up at him. "I live here, Dante. I'm going to be near your study constantly." "Knock first." "I already knock." "Consistently?"

I gulped as I scanned it's contents. “Rules.” He stated the obvious. “They are rules you must follow if you want to stay in this house..” “Go through them…” he ordered as he relaxed into the plush couch of this living room as I went ahead to do so. One, From today, you won't be allowed to take part in any meals in this house and if you want to eat, then you must work for it.. Two, You will be paying a lease fee for living under this property. Three, We will not coexist as husband and wife both in this house and in public.