House Rules Novels & Stories

"And read this. These are the rules of this house. We need to be clear on how this is going to work." I opened the folder. The list was short and typed in a plain font. 1. No talking about the past. Ever. 2. No touching in private. We are business partners. 3. When the cameras are on, you are the person I love most in the world. I read the third rule twice. It felt like a slap in the face. "The person you love most? Isn't that a bit much?"

I looked away quickly as my chest hurt the more. Aric stood nearby with a stack of papers in his hand. “About time,” the man said, his gaze sliding over me like he’s bored. “Begin.” Aric cleared his throat and started reading. “Rule one: You are not allowed to talk to anyone. Rule two: You are not allowed to bring anyone into your room or sleep in anyone's room. Rule three: You are not allowed to leave the packhouse for any reason. Rule four: Speaking to ranked wolves without permission is punishable. Rule five: Disobeying orders results in confinement or more…”

"Rule one," he said. "You don't leave this house without one of us. Not the grounds. Not the front gate. Nowhere. If you try, you'll be found, and you won't enjoy what happens after." My hands were shaking in my lap. I pressed them flat against my thighs to make it stop. "Rule two. You answer when you're spoken to, and you answer honestly. I'll know if you're lying to me. Everyone always thinks they're better at it than they are."

Different thoughts clouded my mind, unsure about what he was here for. He stepped in, dressed in all black, eyes unreadable. "Since we'll be living under the same roof," he started, his voice low and sharp, "you need to know the rules." I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My voice felt stuck somewhere deep. "Rule one. You do not leave this house. Not without my permission. Not ever. You hear me?" I nodded slightly, head still down. "Rule two. Keep your mouth shut. You see something, hear something you pretend you didn’t. You don’t talk to anyone about anything."

“Mr. Vincent ordered that I give you the house rules. Please go through them.” “Alright,” I nodded, before heading to my room. With the children away for most of the day, I would be free to attend to my own needs. I brought out the sheet of paper from the file, and read through the rules. Do not leave the premises without permission. Never stay out late. Do not take the children out without permission. Make sure you attend to their needs. I skimmed through everything, and they all seemed like normal house rules. However, at the bottom, there was a rule: Do not wander around the house. That was the exact warning that Bruno told m

Some rules have divided sections. On the first page were rules to the sitting room and diner table. Whoever gets to the sitting room first decides what channel to watch. Business news must be watched in the morning and night. No phone is allowed at the diner till the diner is over. No eating after the forty minutes the diner has started. “Funny eating is even timed,”I chuckled. I was reading the rules to be familiar with the house and to avoid getting into troubles with them. Same time, reading it keeps me company so I don’t miss my phone too much. Library is a must visit on Wednesday afternoons for two hours.

Here have it “ he handed over a book to me. These book contains list of dos and don’t during your stay here. If by any means you break any of these rules, be ready to face the consequences. I raised my head to look at him’ Is this guy for real? I knew he was crazy but damn! A full book containing rules and regulations ?? I opened the first page to take glance and he read took his time to put these together . • Do not come close to me except I ask you to •Do not touch anything that doesn’t belong to you in this house

“Your education is your right. It’s my responsibility to allow it.” He added, “Why would that be considered a compromise?” I leaned back in the chair. Every answer from him felt incomplete somehow. I wrote the condition and looked back up at him again. “Fine.” I kept my voice level. “What are your conditions?” “There are three rules in this house.” He explain and turned toward me fully. “First: respect.” “Second: fulfilling your duties as a wife.” The last rule came out sharper. “Third... you are forbidden from entering my room under any circumstance.”

“Rule number one: No flirting. No comments about my clothes. No sexual remarks. This is professional.” He laughed, low and rough. “Professional? You’re living in my house, sweetheart. We’re way past professional.” “Rule number two,” I continued, ignoring him. “No parties. No guests unless approved by me forty-eight hours in advance. No drugs. No alcohol. No women. Especially no women.” Nova raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. He stopped just a foot away, looking down at me with that cocky tilt of his head. “No women? That’s harsh. What if I get lonely?”

He's been able to exercise, watch his favorite drama series, read a book, flip through magazines, and complete the household chores he's assigned himself. He'd already given Maximino the chore list that the two of them would share. He also established household rules that he believed would benefit the two of them. For example, no one is allowed to enter each other's rooms without permission, or if a friend of one of them pays them a visit, they must notify the other person, though given their situation, this is unlikely, or if one of them makes a mess at home, they must clean it up themselves. These are just a few of the house rules he enacted, and Maximino ha