Long Way Down Rules Novels & Stories

“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.”

Thankfully, it is empty. As I look around, I notice it isn’t merely empty; it looks unlived in. “Don’t you have a roommate?” He smiles, but the smile resembles pain, not joy. “Nope.” Everyone has to have a roommate. It’s one of Aton’s rules that no one should be alone. I can only grunt, “Hmm.” I pluck the bottle from his grip, setting it on the table. The photo of me and Timothy kissing flashes in my mind, accusingly, and I push it away.

“Classic Mom.” “You’re twenty, Ivy,” she said tightly. “You’re not cute. You’re not interesting. You’re a liability.” “Wow,” I said. “Touching.” “If you want to stay in this house, there will be rules.” “Oh, I can’t wait.” Her eyes sharpened. “Don’t bring boys here. Don’t sneak out. No parties. No mess. No drama.” “So I should probably stop talking to you?” “I swear to God—” “I’m joking,” I said, tossing my keys into the glass bowl on the console. “Mostly.”

Another said. “Ughh, I am going to puke.” Maria said in disgust and I laughed. “What? You don't think your brother is cute?” I teased her. “Blehhh, I have seen him after a full day on the ranch, nothing attractive about that.” She laughed. Jaxon got on stage and welcomed everyone, he explained the rules of the game which was pretty simple. “Hold on as long as you can,” he said into the microphone. “Fall off, and you’re out. Impress the crowd if you want bonus points.”

I yelled. He kept shaking his head, muttering to himself like a madman, "Why did you break the mate bond? You swore you'd love me forever! Wait. This is just an act, isn't it? You're using him to test me, right? Well, congratulations, Amy. You win. Now come back to me, and I'll forget everything." Before I could say a word, Quincy sent Alan flying with a single punch. "Stay the hell away from her, you clueless idiot!"

I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

“Mr. Pattingson, must you make things hard for me?” Waylon replied, “I wouldn’t put it that way if I were you, Mr. Jackson. After all, you’re the one who took something that didn’t belong to you.” Apparently, Seth did not want to offend Waylon either, so he suggested a compromise. “How about this, Mr. Pattingson... Let's bid for this project. Whoever has the most money will get it.” Waylon harrumphed coldly and said, “No. Dickinson International has to belong to Wolfenden Corp.”

"If I recall correctly, there are five rules in Godfather High. Rule one, no killing in safe zones and during safe time periods. Rule two, the microchip in our necks allow us to redeem certain benefits using credits earned in the game. It also kills us if we die. Rule three, No harming the creepy invigilators. Rule four, if you escape, you die. Lastly, the shitty game of death ends only when one survivor is left or if all the dungeon floors are cleared. I definitely lucked out this round." Carefully, Zen looked over to his health bar. It was blinking, indicating that it was dangerously low. As he was now, Zen couldn't even take a punch or he would die for real. He checked the time and system

The only source of light now was the full moon, street lamps, and light from the bulb and it was less crowdy. From the distance, I saw a woman holding her little girl as they sauntered and another man jogging downtown. Somewhere down the street, a rap contest and crowd cheers sounded. I was humming a song as I walked now half-conscious of my environment. …I’m ain't your son. You ain't my father. So just sleep off if you want to and stop getting me worried. Worried. Worried...

"We're all here for the same reason. To play. To explore. To push limits. Your relationship outside this room is your business." "Good," Dante said. "Then let's establish rules before we start." We spent the next twenty minutes going over boundaries. Hard limits were discussed. Everyone showed recent test results. Safewords were established and acknowledged. The rules of the game were simple: Standard strip poker rules Five players: Me, Dante, Marcus, Helena, and James (Alex was already committed as their submissive and wouldn't play) First person naked was the loser Winner got to use the loser for one hour however they wanted, within established limits