Little Space Rules Novels & Stories

Even though I didn't know him and he lived alone in the middle of nowhere for reasons he hadn't shared. The way he'd let me sleep on his couch and made me breakfast without asking for anything in return made me think maybe he was one of the good ones. We were inside the hut now, me still half expecting him to change his mind. "Wait," he said and held up his hand like he needed to explain something important. "If you stay there have to be rules." I nodded because rules made sense. Everything had rules and I was used to following them. "You can't get within five feet of me," he said and his voice was serious. "Ever. I need that space between us at all times."

Sam cursed loudly. Even though the distance from the bed to the door was quite far, Sam was sure that his subordinates outside were shivering after hearing his recent outburst. The rule they held and had to abide by was that when Sam was in his room, anyone who wanted to enter had to knock on the door first. It was different from the other rooms in the house. They often saw Sam fooling around with the women he desired anywhere in this house. There was only one place that was completely private for Sam: his room.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

I replied She nodded giggling. I picked my phone to tell Daisy as it is almost time to begin making dinner. "Should we go over your rules?" I asked. "Rules?" She asked back. I nodded. "For when you are in little space and big space." We went up to my room. I got Nic a sheet of paper and some glitter pen for her to write down the rules and design it as she likes. RULES FOR BIG NICOLE 1. Always tell daddy where you are

I said rudely hissed through a cough which eventually died down. "Why?" She asked in a pout with her brows furrowed down. "Look there are many rules to follow but for me and you to get along and one of us not to get hurt we both need to follow these rules they are very important..." "NO STAYING IN CONFINED OR CLOSED PLACES TOGETHER NO ANY FORM OF PHYSICAL CONTACT NO FALLING IN LOVE"

I take my luggage and made to go up, but he stops me. "I'm not done yet. If you wanna live with me in peace, you'll have to follow some rules" Rules? Really?. " 1. Don't call me by my first name, it's Mr Russell to you. 2. Don't touch my stuff. 3. Stay away from my room. 4. I have lots of girlfriends you are not allowed to question anyone when they come in. 5. Don't bring your friends to my house. 6. Don't let me see you anytime I'm around. Your ugly face is disgusting"

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.”

I opened my mouth to say something, maybe thank him, maybe warn him but he was already turning toward the door. “Wait!” I called. He looked back. “What now?” I took a hesitant step toward him, heart thudding like a war drum. “There are rules.” Orion arched a brow, clearly amused. “Rules? For a fake relationship?” “Yes,” I said, firming my tone. “No kissing unless we’re in public. No touching unless necessary. No calling me ‘sweet cheeks,’ or anything else that sounds like it came from a bad rom-com and absolutely no falling in love.”

"Jake, you good? You look kind of red." "Just hot in here," I managed. "Might go for a run or something." "A run? Dude, we're on vacation." But Devon was already wandering toward the living room, coffee in hand. "I'm gonna play Xbox. You want in?" "Maybe later." As soon as Devon was gone, the air in the kitchen changed again. Marcus and I stared at each other across the space that suddenly felt too large and too small at the same time. "That was close," I said.

“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.”