Red Door Yellow Door Rules Novels & Stories

I push myself up on one elbow, squinting at the paper pinned beneath the metal clip. The bold red-inked heading: Rules. Dozens of them. Typed out in neat black font. They must have crept in here while I was dead to the world, pasting this little manifesto to my wall like I’m some kind of prisoner in a reform school. Stupid house. I kick the heavy duvet off my legs, slide my bare feet against the cold hardwood floor. I don’t read them. It’s useless. I just head out of the room, letting the anger carry me down the long, silent corridor and straight toward the kitchen.

I roll my eyes and flatten out the paper, squinting my eyes to read it. House rules 1. No entering the others room without knocking first. Entry is only allowed with consent. I don’t imagine that you’ll need to enter my room but if needed, my room is the third door to the right on the second floor. 2. Communal areas must be cleaned if you make a mess. There are butlers and maids but we are not animals. 3. No romance inside of the penthouse, it is for outside eyes only. Once again, I do not intend to love you. Not now, not ever.

It seemed like all the doors in Golden Lake University—no matter what they kept away or welcomed the students into, were either chestnut-coloured and tawny—a shade affiliated to brown, or had a strikingly and almost indistinguishable hue resembling sallow orange. Harold had noticed that. He stood, facing the lecturer's door which was sealed shut—or appeared so. The reddish-brown door—obviously of excellent quality, was tall, too; lanky and sturdy, like a mammoth preventing Harold from access to the other side.

The door was painted with bright red paint that made it stand out among the rest. The tallest of the three of them walked closer as he held on to the doorknob and opened the door. The remaining warriors all tried to take a peak as the team walked inside the door which closed and locked on its own as the last of the team members walked in. “Only one team is allowed per door,” Rose whispered, making me nod at her. Everyone else stood waiting and when we heard nothing but silence. The rest of the teams begin to choose their doors. One chose a white door painted with flowers, the other one chose a simple brown door, and the other one chose a light blue door.

The clank of iron rang loud in the dark, damp air as the cell door was thrust open. Inayat stumbled forward, her bare feet scraping against the cold stone floor as the guards pushed her in with careless hands. She tried to keep her balance, but the suddenness of the fall and the heaviness in her heart made her knees buckle. She reached out to the bars, trying to steady herself, and as she did, the door slammed shut with a shuddering finality.

What lies behind a door, the door? Gia feels the anxiety building within her… ‘I choose the door on the left side. Slowly opening it I step through. The room is stark with whiteness. In my white gown I simply blend within the emptiness. I closed my eyes then slowly opened them again. The whole room was painted in perfect yellow, the color scheme brings a certain calmness to my heart. In the middle of this big room was a chair. My feet lead me there. Sitting comfortably my mind a kind of vacuum. Suddenly like an artist my mind starts to draw life into the emptiness. I can hear laughter, the barking of a dog. The doors of a vehicle opening and closing. Feet steps on gravel, the front door open

"They will insist on playing loud music and games during the height of the zombie outbreak! And they won't stop even when you tell them to!" "They're also going to eat up all of your rations and then eat your pets too!" "Don't you ever open that door! It's your last line of defense against them!" The knocking on the other side of the door continued, and my vision somehow felt like it had just been attacked by a virus with how the live comments kept popping up non-stop. Yet, all of them warned me not to open the door at all costs. I carefully withdrew my hand, feeling my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

He let the silence drag until my pulse tripped over itself. “Rule one.” His voice dropped. “You don’t run. Not across town. Not down the hall. Not in the woods. Not even in your head.” I swallowed. “Rules? I...” “Rule two." He cut me off, "You don't get to lock your door. Not that you ever lock it anyway,” He angled his chin toward mine. “If you try it, I’ll open them anyway.” My breath hitched. "Rule three." He paused for a moment, like he was deciding how far he should push me, before he continued, "You're always available when I need a good fuck. No questions asked."

Her words were designed to push Liza to her limits, seeking to test her resolve in ways unimaginable. Liza's face betrayed a mix of anxiety and fear as Gina laid bare the reality that awaited her. However, Gina quickly assured her that everything would transpire with mutual consent. Each girl had the power to withdraw their consent at any moment, a mere utterance of the word "red" would put an immediate end to any act. Gina spoke of a world where yellow marked the threshold of tolerance, cautioning that the limits were being pushed, while red commanded an unequivocal halt.

Her voice was always low, like she was hiding from the world. I guess she was shy, but I knew those two girls downstairs might have something to do with it. "Make a game out of it. We each must guess the room that belongs to us, and turn the keys to see if it works. It will be fun." I said, trying to lighten up the mood that Rebecca had killed. There were five doors on the left-hand side, and only one on the right-hand side with two double doors that had the same Black Alpha Wolf sculpted on the front door, and I knew immediately that it belonged to Aiden.