Red Door Yellow Door Rules Novels & Stories

"The kid will stay with me, of course. She can leave if she wants, but the kid stays." I looked up sharply, glaring at Matthew. All I wanted was to get away and just focus on my child. Why did they have to make everything so hard? Shirley's brow wrinkled with worry. "The kids are close in age. What if they start fighting? I'm not sure I can handle it." My mother-in-law just chuckled at her. "Cindy's kid can't hold a candle to yours. There’s no way her child would dare cross my precious grandson!" Matthew agreed with a nod and added, "Your child must be just like you, smart and well-behaved, pretty and sweet. If there's ever a problem, it's sure to be someone else's fault, and I'll make sure

… I barely made it through the door of my apartment before a sound came from the hallway outside. "There's a fire in Building 8!" I bolted upright as the acrid smell of burning filtered through the doorway. I then heard a familiar scream. "Open the door, Caleb! Help me! There's a fire in my kitchen!" Yvonne was yelling outside. She pounded frantically at my door, her voice hoarse and thick with tears. "I'm begging you, Caleb! You have to come out right now! It's a huge fire! I can't open the door since it's locked!

A floorboard creaked behind me. I didn’t need to turn. The temperature in the room rose as Caleb filled the doorway, his broad frame blocking the hallway light. His gaze lingered—slow, heavy—tracing the curve of my back as I bent over the dresser. “Ground rules,” he said quietly, stepping inside and closing the door with a soft click. “Keep your things on your side. Don’t walk around the house like that after dark. And if Kane so much as looks at you wrong tomorrow, you tell me before anyone else hears.”

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 stare at him like the poor vampire has lost his mind, but he seems to be in too good of a mood to acknowledge my staring. Kieran turns around and places his hand on my back to push me forward a little. We reach a bright red door, and he stops again. "Alright, each door is a different colour to make it easier for everyone to find their way around and find the shit they need. Yes, I could label the doors too, but I don't think a first-timer would like to walk past the door that has the word "DILDOS" written all over it." Kieran laughs at his joke, but I remain silent. If only I knew what he's trying to describe. "The red door is for clothes - playtime outfits, Arena clothes, or anything you

I screamed, grabbing the closest pillow to cover myself while Logan practically dove in front of me like a human shield. Charlotte turned around so fast she almost collided with the wall. “I didn’t know you guys would be reenacting Bridgerton here! Ava! It's still early for this” “Privacy! Ever heard of knocking?!” Logan shouted, clearly torn between embarrassment and wanting to throw something at them. Tristan had his hands up like he was surrendering to the police. “In my defence, you two left the door unlocked and—WHY ARE YOUR SHORTS ACROSS THE ROOM?!”

Jacek installed a second deadbolt, then handed me the keys like he was pinning a medal. “House rules,” Remy said that night over a plate of scrambled eggs June had sent up with an eye-roll and a loaf of bread. He pointed to the chalkboard by the kitchen nook. “Standard pack rules you know—no mindlink gossip, no walking into closed doors without knocking. Our add-ons: I don’t come into your room without a yes. You don’t walk past the east landing at night without checking in because the stair light died twice last month and I don’t like it. Tell me if you want company or silence; I don’t guess at moods.”

Everyone sat up straight, waiting for instructions. [Door Four Rule: Your hands control your fate.] The players glanced at each other, their eyes screaming, When was it going to end? They had just survived Choice, and now, what was behind Door Four? [Door Four: The Puppet’s Banquet] Elias’s eyes narrowed as he glanced over at Willa. “She has to be the one,” he murmured under his breath. Everyone now stood waiting for the door to open, but Willa was still seated, her body trembling as she glanced down at her hands, frantically whispering incoherent words.

I see a few brothers shake. “ Rule 5 no more favorites. Brothers, you get who I decide is available. If you don’t like it go somewhere else and try to get some free pussy with your charm. Good luck with that. Rule 6 common areas and parties are off-limits unless otherwise told by me. You are to stay in your quarters unless working or servicing a brother. Rule 7 no more overnights in a brother's bed. You get them off and you leave. Your getting off is not their problem. Rule 8 you will not talk to any guests or visitors unless I come to get you for your services. The old ladies and I are the queens here. We rule, not you. We are your judge, jury, and executioner. I offer no second chances. Yo

but. " Bear this one rule in mind. If you open the wrong door...believe me when I say...you're gonna die. You see that crossbow at the middle of these doors?... " Anytime you open the wrong door, three arrows will stab whoever is it that opened the wrong door" The voice revealed. The duo swallowed hard, staring at the door surrounding them. " So you accept the obstacle?" The voice asked. Hudson and Alvara stared at each other before turning to the eagle.