Little Space Rules Novels & Stories

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

He leaned in a bit closer and was in my space. “Now listen up girl. It’s a fact that both of us will not be Seeing Eye to eye around here. So I have rules that you must follow so that you leave this place in one piece. Firstly you dare not call my name. If you must call me, you will have to address me as sir. Secondly, you dare not talk or initiate any conversation with me. Thirdly you will not enter my bedroom or touch anything that is mine. Fourthly you will not touch me. Now listen, failure to adhere to these rules will cost you.”

Hana quipped. Tom smiled, "It doesn't matter; you're going to die here anyway." Tom raised his hand and sucked up the air around Hana again; her body fell into a frozen state that could not move. It's still the magic that dominates level 5 space. Tom laughed, "Scott Hall has five implicit rules, and the last rule is not to touch handsome Tom. Wao, class E hasn't disseminated this information yet, right?"

Rule C The Housemates are filmed 24/7, and they must have their microphones on at all times. The viewers must be able to hear all conversations at all times and are not allowed to whisper or cover their mouths while speaking to fellow Housemates. They are also not allowed to reveal the location of the cameras and microphones. Rule D The General Manager has complete control over everything going on on the island, and She never discusses anything that goes on outside of the house with anyone inside. Rule E

“Rules?” “Yes,” I said firmly, crossing my arms. His eyes moved over the page, and I could almost hear the words as he read them: 1. No touching. Physical contact of any kind is strictly prohibited. 2. Keep your distance. Maintain space in public or private. 3. No calling. You will not call me outside of necessary arrangements. 4. No unnecessary stories. Keep conversations limited to the purpose of the deal. 5. No bringing up the past. What happened seven years ago stays buried.

I nodded, but deep down, I knew this was one rule I would definitely be breaking. Rule three, and this one he said dead serious, not even looking at me. No touching. Not hands, not shoulders. Everyone was to be civil. "Got it," I said. "Very doable. A very normal amount of rules for two people who live in the same suite."

“This is the contract. The rules are stated there.” I opened the file and glanced through it. “You can take it home and study them; give me feedback tomorrow evening. But I will read out the rules for you now because they start now, and in case your brain can’t comprehend them, then I can explain.” Anger seethed through me, and I almost threw the file back at him, but when I thought about the money involved and how it would benefit little Sophie, I bit my lower lip to push back the anger. He continued.

It swings back open and whacks my shin for good measure. “I felt bad for you,” I tell the door, hopping on one foot, “but now I think you deserved it.” Great. Talking to furniture. Totally fine. That’s when I notice the paper taped inside the door. Big black letters at the top. RULES. Ten of them. Neat. Precise. Ruthless. “Oh.” I read them. Try to understand them. Control. That’s what it’s all about, I realize. These 10 points are a way to manage every aspect of his life — from racing to sex.

I took that as my cue to take the sheet and read her rules out 'RULE 1: Learn to respect each other' RULE 2: Since we'll be living just as roommates, there's no need for the wife to do the husband's chores RULE 3: Parents are not to be involved in our issues RULE 4: No sexual relationship of any form RULE 5: Let's stay out of each other business and act like adults that we are. RULE 6: I do the dishes while you fix your own food RULE 7: Please read rule 4 over again as this is very important. RULE 8: Please do not come home late

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."