House Rules Novels & Stories

“It feels… quiet in here without pretending to be silent.” “That’s the idea,” he says. “House rules, abbreviated: no fighting under this roof unless it’s play or training; no shifting inside unless someone’s hurt or in labor; kitchen obeys June; no mindlink at the table; porch is for big feelings; if the light is on in the library after midnight, someone brings tea and doesn’t ask questions.” “Porch is for big feelings,” I repeat, smiling. “Efficient.” “It helps,” he says. “We’re loud people. Rules make it safer to be loud.”

I look up at him with confusion. "I'm going to tell you the house rules, they include my rules plus things everyone in the house have to comply to" House Rules: *Be polite. *Taking turns on dishes and cooking. *We are a family, we sit at the table until the meal is over. *Keep your space clean. *Clean any mess you make. *No kink shaming, we respect everyone. *Subs discipline measures are only taken by their dom, in case of any misbehaving talk to the dom.

the host interestingly stated. "Now, let's welcome the masters of the game. These 4 masters will pick 5 players each continuously on who will join their houses. The north house the west house the south house and the east house. You can't enter any door here towards the next level unless you have a card of permission coming from the houses. This card will serve as your tickets entering each floor and your own room on a higher level. However, you are only allowed to enter a floor corresponding to your cards. And oh, never lost it, there's no other one." He received applause coming from his precious audiences.

I calm myself down, taking deep breaths as I finally pick up the book. I close my eyes and say a silent prayer before opening my eyes again. I turn to the first page and read its content. This Rulebook governs the operations, conduct and sanctity of the house. These are not mere rules. They are law. Breaking them is treason. Treason is punished by fire or silence. I roll my eyes, then turn to the next page. ✦ HOUSE RULES ✦ 1. No Outsiders Beyond the Gate. Visitors, strangers, or even friends not sworn to the Family are forbidden to cross the threshold. All exceptions must be approved by the Head or his Consigliere.

It has been a week since I started working as Caleb's secretary. So far, my experience with this job was doing good, given that he let me stay in his penthouse which lessen my expenses. A day after the incident in his living room happened, he called me in his office and gave me a printed copy of his house rules. He said it was to prevent things like the previous night to happen. Written on the house rules were; I wasn't allowed to pry on his things— personal things; I should ask for permission first if I can touch or look into the albums in his living room; avoid sticking my nose into unnecessary things.

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.

The butler’s gloved hand flexed, like he had to stop himself from making some warding sign. “House policy still stands,” he said to Corvin, smiling, never leaving his face. “No turning. No claiming. No unsanctioned kills.” “I remember the rules,” Corvin replied, voice flat. I had about a hundred questions about what “turning” and “claiming” meant in this context, but my brain filed them in a screaming backlog for later. The butler clapped his hands once, the sharp sound cracking through the hall like a whip. The portraits seemed to lean forward in unison.

“You didn’t lock the door.” “And you think that’s an invitation?” “I think it’s stupid,” he said flatly, “in a house like this.” I glared. “Is this where you threaten me again?” “No.” He took a slow step forward. “This is where I explain the rules.” I lifted a brow. “Oh, we’re doing that now?” His gaze flicked over me. Just once. But it was enough to make my heart skip a beat. “You don’t leave the house without permission,” he said. “You don’t speak to anyone outside this family. You answer when I call, and you stay out of trouble.”

I wipe my mouth and leaned on the chair, "Since everyone is here, why don't we discussed about my rules? Since this is my house not yours, and not letting any one of you ruled my household." "This is nonsense! This house owned by your mom!" Dad's reaction doesn't surprised me because he always wanted to have this mansion, although mom handed it to me. "First rule, none of you are allowed to harm my wife. If she came to me wounded or harmed by any of you? There will be a punishment. Second rule, if I saw another death note to her room or one of you send her a death threats? I won't hesitate on doing what you wrote on you."

Just the thought of Mona and I rubbing our creamy pussies together while our tits clapped almost made me come again. Rhea leaned in, equally noticing my interest. "Gabby, we have house rules that are non negotiable. One is no doors are to be locked in this house. Two, if a sister is touching herself with the door wide open, you can watch. You can also join her if she invites you in. " " Three, this one is really important and must be done. Every new housemate goes through a ritual. Mona did it, I did and everyone other girl in this house. "