Red Door Yellow Door Rules Novels & Stories

I sighed. “You simply do as I say especially anything security related. And secondly, don't come to my room after nine. Most importantly, lock your doors. I'm not here to be your friend or your confidant.” “What kind of rule is that? Do you jerk off after nine?” I asked. “I'm not joking, Red. You don't wanna know.” I press the pad of my fingers into my thighs and counted to five before releasing a breath. “Sure I understand. I have no interest in going close or even getting close to you.”

Abruptly, my feet zoomed to a dark black floor and I came face to face with three doors. The middle one of the RED color, the left one of BLUE color and the right one also the last one of PINK color. "Uh... what do these doors want me to do?" I asked, hoping someone could answer for me. Nothing. Just complete silence. "Am I in Xavier's mind or something? And what do these colors represent of?" I walked closer to the RED door but it screamed danger. "Maybe not this one." I mumbled, about to pass away from it but curiosity got the best of me.

Now that he knows she’s important, he won’t back off—not until he knows why or wins her over himself. He saunters off, and I turn to Sandra. “Let’s go somewhere we can talk.” Of course, talking is the furthest thing from my mind. But I won’t scare my little rabbit when she’s already so close I can taste her. She nods. I guide her toward the doors. I lean in. “Red means follow the club rules.” I gesture to another door. “Blue means orgies—everyone is welcome.” She startles, but I steer her through the red door, then into a private corridor.

I look at her at those words, noticing that she's looking at me as well before I realize that I'm blushing and I look away. Oh shit. Don't tell me I actually did that to a woman! I'm trying to run away from it and all she had to say was my nails are pretty and I'm blushing like Pumpkin! "Here" We stop at a yellow painted door, as I notice the other doors. There's a light brown one facing a dark brown one. Then on another column, a red one facing a white one. The yellow one is facing another door except that one is black. She pushes the door we're standing infront of open and gives me a nod to go in, and when I do so, my mind blows immediately "I'm dreaming"

Always the first to walk into hell. The screen above lights up and the rules of the castle get displayed. I had seen it before so I looked away but froze when I saw the fourth rule. There have always been three rules to Dracula’s castle and I knew them at heart. The first rule was no swearing in the castle. Deadies that swear inside the castle get terminated asap. Even swearing in your mind was forbidden. What can I say? The count was a petty son of a bitch. The second rule was don’t look into mirrors. The third rule forbids deadies from hiding in the shadows for more than a minute or they become shadow fiends. I stare at the new rule for a moment. I don’t know what to make of it. The rule s

"One: The curtains are never touched. Do you hear me? Not even a crack. Light is a signal. A signal that there's something to find here. I nodded, my eyes fixed on his mouth. "Two: The door is sacred. It is not opened without my permission, not even a crack. It has an alarm. You activate it, and I assume the house is under attack. And in the dark, Ruby, I don't stop to check if the target is friend or foe. "You'd shoot me," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.

He braced his hands on the table and leaned down so she didn't have to strain see his face. "Ten blows. That's all. I want you to count each one and say, 'Thank you, sir.' If you fail to do this, we start all over again. If the pain is too much, just say yellow. I'll pause and we'll discuss. If you become too scared, can't breathe, or genuinely fear me or the situation, you say red. Red stops the game and I let you go back upstairs, but you won't go to Russia. Yellow means you can still stay and we keep going until we reach ten. Do you understand the rules?"

I put my hands on my knees instead of the keys. If I start, I might not stop. And I promised Ava I’d rest my voice. I turn to the glass. He’s still there. “Ground rules for this room,” I say, loud enough for him to hear through the partially open door. He steps closer to the console window. “I thought you liked rules,” he says. “No,” I say. “I like *my* rules.” He inclines his head. “Let’s hear them,” he says. “One,” I say, ticking a finger up. “You don’t come in here without knocking. I don’t care whose name is on the deed. This is Switzerland. Neutral zone.”

The buzzing of the flies, the hum of the refrigerator units, the traffic—it all died. The brick wall behind them—the dead end—dissolved. In its place stood a rectangle of absolute darkness, seven feet tall. It cut through the reality of the alley like a surgical incision. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a pulsing, violet light. The center was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within, stars spun in a bottomless void. It hummed with a violent, agitated energy, reacting to the raw emotion in the alley—the fear, the hate, and the crushing weight of the betrayal.

"That room has private things of mine, so don't open it. Do you understand me?" She felt like her head would break from the continuous nodding. She nodded for the third time. "I understand everything you are saying," she said in an emotionless tone. *Third rule: Do not open that door.* Elvin nodded, smiling. "That's good, huh! By the way, this is the last rule. The last rule is, you are not allowed to flirt with the guards. If I found out that you are flirting with my men, I will kill them, and I will hurt you."