Little Space Rules Novels & Stories

“Should I never eat food ? I shouldn't go to the toilet without you, I must never bathe without you?” “I don't mind taking a shower with you so long you beg me,” his said, his tone sultry. My eyes widened in disbelief, not expecting that reply. Such a fucking asshole! “Rule number Six,” he prattled on, ignoring my stunned expression. “No unannounced guest and no phone calls longer than fifteen minutes within shared space.” “At this point, I shouldn't even breathe around you with these goddamn rules, I've had enough of your ridiculous jokes tagged as rules.”

He leaned forward and smiled at her, which just made everything more difficult. “Rule number two,” she continued, ignoring what he had said. “Let’s maintain at least two feet proximity.” Bullet frowned. “Wait, two feet? That’s too much, my princess!” “And don’t call me that - that is rule number three. Friends don’t call each other that, okay? Number four, no more late-night calls and number five, no more coffee shop visits.” “Wait, wait. Can I object to rule number five? My office is in the same building as your coffee shop, which, unfortunately is the only coffee shop in the entire vicinity. I can’t stop my clients if they want to conduct the meeting there, can I?”

I leaned against it. The next thing I knew, I lost my balance. I fell straight into his office. My eyes widened. I immediately looked up. Damien was standing there. Before I could say a word, his voice thundered through the room. “What are you doing here?” I froze. He took a step toward me. “Didn’t I tell you this place is out of bounds for you?” I swallowed hard. I had broken another rule. Again. I slowly got to my feet. My eyes moved over him for a second before I looked away.

"Actual rules. If we are going to live in this house together there have to be boundaries." "But you already gave me three rules for breakfast," he murmured. "Those weren't enough apparently." I crossed my arms across my chest. "Rule number 1: No more carrying me around without my permission. Rule number 2: No entering my room or my study without knocking first.” l paused. “ Rule number 3: No more surprise kisses and flirting. And…" I pointed at the space between us "...whatever you think this is, whatever you keep doing when you get this close, stop it. This is a business. That's it."

I stuck it to the fridge anyway, right at eye level so I’d see it every time I opened the door for water or leftovers or just to stand there staring at nothing. **Long-Distance Rules (Tentative Draft #4)** 1. Video calls at least 4× a week. No canceling unless someone is literally bleeding. 2. No scrolling through each other’s social media at 2 a.m. looking for clues. 3. If either of us is having a bad day, we say it. No “I’m fine” bullshit. 4. Care packages must contain at least one stupid thing (croissant pillow optional). 5. No jealousy over groupies / fans / cheerleaders / random baristas who smile too long.

“Noah.” “I’m just establishing accuracy.” He set the mug down. “Fine. House rules: no sex. No weirdness in the kitchen. Label your food. If the power goes out, I’ll handle the fuse box alone.” “Good.” “Great.” It lasted thirty hours. The problem with rules in a small apartment was not the wording. It was the square footage. They had one bathroom. One couch. One strip of kitchen tile where two people could not open the fridge and the drawer at the same time without touching. Tessa came home from work on the second evening and found Noah shirtless on the couch fixing the Wi-Fi router, laptop open, shoulders still damp from a shower. He looked up, and the memory of his mouth between her legs ar

“Yes, my way. Now, listen.” “Okay. All ears.” He lays his back on the couch and placed his legs up above the the couch, folding his arms. His socked feet were almost brushing my body. “Rule number one, this is fake.” “Yeah. I never said it was real.” “Let me finish. I mean fake fake, no romance, no intimacy. No flirting, no touching. Unless handshakes for agreement or formal hugs for filming.” I looked at his face and he was grinning. “What? This isn't funny.”

By nightfall, I was standing in a room full of male models, facing a woman with a sharp waist and an even sharper attitude. "I'll buy your company for twenty thousand—but you spend the night with me. If I'm satisfied, I'll sign," she said. I let out a bitter, disbelieving laugh. Even if Vivian's company went bankrupt tomorrow, it still took me three years to build. It was worth over ten million. And now she wanted me to sell it for twenty grand—and pay for the privilege? The insult stung. I snorted and turned to leave, but Lesley shoved the door open and blocked my path.

“Girl I gotta tell the truth..you and I know that you didn't get laid with Denise because unfortunately she was almost killed” “No that's not it” “Yes thats it” They both begin to banter leaving Ava to watch them — she stood there watching as they bickered till the bell rung interrupting them. “Oh shit”. They both gasped — Zach quickly woke his boyfriend up. “Where are they going” Ava asked. “Its a school for Christs sake it fucking has rules they can't stay here they are boys even if Zach is a girl”. “That's not fair” Zach sneered.

Without warning, he shifted closer, closing the space between us until I could feel his presence press into mine. "While we're still on good terms," he said calmly, "there are a few things you need to understand." I turned to look at him. "Like what?" "The rules," he said simply. "There are five." I blinked. "Rules?" He smiled, but there was nothing soft about it. "First," he said, voice firm, "you don't talk to other men unless I say you can." "Second, don't test my patience. I don't handle disobedience well."