Jehovah Witness Bedroom Laws Novels & Stories

Rules: 1-Bed time is 10 pm for weekdays, 11 for weekends. 2-Eat three meals a day. 3-No sweets without asking. 4-Dress according to the weather. 5-Screen time is allowed with moderation. 6-Bath or shower every night before bed. 7-No going out without taking permission first. 8-No hiding secrets. 9-No cursing or bad words. 10-Tell me if you break a rule. "These are just the primary ones, rules can be modified and altered, there's also a note that says Emilio would be the full provider during the relation, it's not a full rule but it's an unwritten one"

“Yes, sir, I understand.” “Good. Now, rule number two. You’re to be in this house and in bed by Ten PM every night, is that clear?” “Yes, sir.” “Rule number three. No boys. None. You’re not to have a man in this house, is that understood?” Jesus this is getting tedious! “Yes.” “Yes...?” “Yes, sir.” “That’s better. Now, rule number four. You’re going to get a job or you’re going to enroll in college. One or the other, or hopefully both.”

I ignored it. Elijah found me by the laundry room. “You're late,” he said without checking the time. I opened my mouth, closed it. Followed him. Cleaning here wasn’t normal cleaning. There were rules. Specific instructions. Don’t touch the desk in the library. Don’t open any drawers in the study. Don’t go upstairs. Don’t ever go in the west wing. The way Elijah said it—flat, serious, like he’d seen someone break those rules and vanish—I didn’t ask why.

Then he leans back against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the hard lines of his chest, and continues reading with that lazy, predatory smile that makes my thighs press together. "Article 4. The Husband must knock before entering ANY room occupied by the Wife." He pauses. "Even our bedroom?" "Especially our bedroom," I say, trying to sound firm. His eyes darken. "What if I want to fuck you against the door the second I walk in?" Heat floods my face. "Then you knock first." He nods seriously. "Noted." I cock my head as he keeps reading. "Article 7. No touching. Exceptions include CPR, falling off cliffs, being on fire, or a zombie apocalypse." He chuckles. "You've real

he added. "The don't touch anything rule is quite broad," I say, keeping my voice casual even though my heart is still doing something completely unnecessary right now. "This is technically my home for the next year. I'd like to be able to pick up a book without feeling like I'm violating a clause." He tilts his head slightly. "Common areas are fine. My office and my bedroom are not." "Your bedroom? Why would I go in there?," I chuckle nervously. "Anything else that's off limits?"

“And you are the tightest, wettest rage-boner I’ve ever had.” “Fuck you.” “Say it slower next time.” I shoved past him and opened the door. It creaked like every horror movie warning ever made. The inside of the lodge was… cozy. Small fire. One armchair. Tiny kitchenette. Big bed. No Wi-Fi. No escape. Jax stepped in behind me and dropped his duffel bag. “Home sweet hell.” I crossed my arms. “Ground rules. No talking. No touching. You stay on your side of the bed. If you so much as breathe near me—”

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.”

Morning at Voss House didn’t come with sunlight. It came with instructions. A black folder had been slid under her bedroom door while she slept, its contents as crisp and cold as the man who owned the mansion. Inside: A single page. > House Rules 1. Breakfast is served at 8. You will sit. You will speak when spoken to. 2. Do not enter the East Wing. 3. My study is off-limits unless I call you in. 4. Do not speak of your mother.

he said quite clearly. “Agreed. Great! Music to my ears!” I replied in joy, speaking much louder than I had intended. “While we’re stuck living here together, I have a few rules…” Hayden continued, ignoring my loud outburst. “Ok…” I replied, softly this time. “Rule number one, you must never…ever…enter my bedroom,” Hayden stated, his blue eyes still on me. “Sure…” I agreed without needing to think. I mean, why would I even think of entering his bedroom?

"So, what makes you come here to my room? I heard it's part of your protocol not to enter a room without notice from the owner." Another rule popped into my head. I sighed heavily when he realized I had broken two rules in less than 10 minutes. Rule No. 103 – Never use your blessing from an unsolicited entrance. Blessings will be taken for a week if not followed. One of my neighbors in Herald's Ville, named Zhù, used her teleportation to enter a room in Keeper's City. It was valid because she dropped some letters inside the room, and the owner wasn't around. Though it was reasonable, it was a clear violation of Rule No. 103 in the Manual for Heraldship, and she faced a punishment.