Little Space Rules Novels & Stories

Abusing the safe word is prohibited and considered an offense by punishment. Rule 10 – No being a Brat. No talking back. No sarcastic responses. Still scanning through my list of rules and responsibilities do I quickly notice that there’s about 20 or so rules being listed. Each one designed to keep me in check as well as what they expect me to do. Talk about strict.

Ken was still present, and I covered my face, closing my eyes in mortification. "Pet," Romario growled in my ear, making me open my eyes. "I need you to remember a few rules for this party." He spoke seriously, and I sat up straight to listen. "First, don't drink anything offered to you." Easy enough, since I didn't drink alcohol anyway. "Second, don't speak unless asked a question, and be polite and respectful." I nodded, understanding. "Most importantly, don't leave my sight. I'll punish you if you break any of these rules, understand?" He pecked my lips, and I replied, "Yes, Master."

If you need to talk to someone you can talk to us or we can get you, someone, to talk to Rule 6- If you go somewhere tell one of us and take someone with you Rule 7- No going into the basement or the third floor... Got it?" I give him a 'are you serious' look and started talking "Ok rule 1 I respect people who respect me, Rule 2 and 3 have no problem with, Rule 4 it's my life and If I want a boyfriend I will have one not saying that I'm ready for one but if I am then it's none of your business,

I never knew an eye roll could look so attractive on someone— Oh my. What am I even thinking? “Rules suck,” he said. Rule #1: Keep at least a meter of distance between us. I didn’t even know why I came up with rules between us. And even more confusing, why he agreed to them in the first place. He wasn’t the type to just go along with something like that. Everything was still unclear to me, but maybe this was for the best. I shook my head as he stubbornly shifted, clearly rebelling against the space I was trying to maintain. Instead of sitting back down, I checked my phone again for a reply from Samael. I could still hear Azazel muttering quiet but sharp curses under his breath.

“Rule number one: I have OCD. You have to keep the house clean at all times, and you are prohibited from smoking in my house. “Rule number two: there are a lot of expensive things in my house. Do not touch them. “Rule number three: your room is on the first floor, mine’s on the second. Without my permission, you are not allowed to go up there, not even stepping on the first step of the stairs! Luna looked at Andrius with her beautiful eyes and said indubitably, “Understand, Mr. Andrius Moonshade?”

With a small smile towards her and an annoyed sound from London, Brendan takes a deep breath. "Our last rule is that no one is allowed to have any friends outside of Crash Course Rebellion. Only aquaintances."

"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?"

“Sorry.” William stared down at her with a cold look on his face. “Since you’ll be living here from now on, there are a few rules you have to follow. Rule number one: don’t wander into my personal space without my permission. Rule number two: let’s keep communication to a minimum. Rule number three: I hate clumsiness, try keeping your hands off where they don't belong.” Jessica furrowed her brows “Okay.” “In two days, my parents will be celebrating their 31st wedding anniversary. All the prominent public figures will be there, they're expecting your presence too.” William said before leaving.

"We need to establish some new rules in this house. Things are going to change starting right now." He leaned even closer. Freya could feel his warm breath on her skin. He moved his face toward her hair, and she felt a shiver go down her spine. "Rule number one," he said. "No talking to each other unless it is necessary. No asking personal questions. And never enter my private space. I do not talk with the people who work for me." "I am not your worker!" Freya tried to interrupt.

It wasn’t like it was bad, to begin with, being nonchalant about everything. The punishment room was a small room that was located just behind the office of Lady Vita. From what she heard from the rumors that were passed from consort’s mouth to another consort’s mouth, it was nothing but a small dark room. One couldn’t lie down because they would hit their head on the wall. Even little children couldn’t lie down inside the room from what she had heard. It was that tiny! And the other ridiculous thing that she’d heard was that it was full of tiny eyes. That was the ridiculous thing. Because how can an inanimate object be full of things that were belonging to a living person? A room cannot hav