Red Door Yellow Door Rules Novels & Stories

MICHAEL'S POV "No speaking, no sounds. Just hand signals only." The guard read the rule from the card and stepped back while the door to the game floor opened. Sarah and I walked in together. The floor was a grid—twenty rooms connected by corridors, each room with a locked door requiring a sequence to open. The sequences were visible on panels beside each door but required two people to activate simultaneously from different positions. Impossible alone, but designed entirely for pairs. The guard's voice came through the speaker above us: "Two hours…find the exit."

“Can you stop yelling?” He scowls. “Ah, I thought you were awake. Open the door.” “No,” I say defiantly. “You dare me, and that's the consequence.” “Open the fucking door. Now, Savannah.” I cross my arms over my chest and widen my stance. “No,” I say firmly. “Until you learn that these rules are in place for a reason and obey them, don't bother coming home after nine.” “Quit the talking and open the door.” He scowls as he looks at me. “I don't have time for your games.”

He continued. “Rule number one; don’t you fall in love with me.” His eyes flipped up to me. “Crystal clear,” I said. “That would never happen.” “Good. That is the most important part, and that was why I made it the first rule. You can add your own rules when you are done going through them. When you are done, we can all sign and I will introduce you to my father.” “What about my child?” “I added nothing about her there because I do not know if you would want me to adopt her or not. Whatever decision you make regarding that is okay with me.”

Draven added. I looked at my paper again. “There is one final rule.” He looked directly at Lucas first. “No one enters Goldie’s room.” That was… unexpected? Draven continued, “and when in contact with her, no physical intimacy.” My breath caught. Lucas frowned. “That is, no touching.” My cheeks heated as he continued, “And no sexual interactions with the guest.” Lucas and Mateo both had a scowl on their faces. “No suggestive punishments nor should you be found in a compromising position. No one crosses that boundary anymore.”

I remember the doors and try to think of which one would be best to go through, trying to remember all the features of each door. "The first door was black and gold, nothing too out of the ordinary like the other 2 but it could be a trap." "The second was a wooden door, with scratches. The scratches on the bottom of the door were diagonal, which could mean someone was trying to fight their way out of the open door." I lay there trying to weigh out my options. "The last door was white with blood splattered all over it. I could just be the design but where ever I am, it could be anything."

“Every week you will be tested, and Alpha said you must reach the tenth door. That's the only way the bait will be completed.” “These are the ten rooms, each has a stature before it. But we will stop at the first room for now.” “RULES OF THE TEN ROOM,” I read it loudly. I held the large book, glancing through the cover page. It was a metallic red book describing the historical use of the academy. “Read the rules carefully, because you will apply them during the course of the training.” One of the bodyguards said. “Rule 1: Do not eat in the training rooms

Not because I liked it. Because I didn’t want to. The windows in this room were tightly locked. No phone. No clock. No escape. Just me, my racing thoughts, and the echo of his rules replaying like a mantra I hadn’t agreed to learn. Rule one: You don’t lock doors. Rule two: You don’t speak unless spoken to. Rule three: You don’t lie. Rule four: You don’t run. Rule five… You don’t forget who you belong to now. I dragged my fingers down my face and exhaled.

And underneath, a question: Do you want the man who makes the rules or the one who breaks them? I stared at it for hours. Then I did something I swore I wouldn’t. I wrote a rule of my own. RULE 9: You’ll both come to my room tonight. But only one of you will be allowed to touch me. The other must watch. And I slid it under both their doors. Now I wait. Naked. Plugged. Blindfolded. One will come first. The other will arrive later. But only one of them will win. “In a house with too many secrets, the final rule is the one that breaks you.”

Its color stood out sharply compared to the other doors, which were all either black or white. I thought Maximilian would explain it. But he kept walking as if the door didn't exist. I finally stopped a few steps behind him. “Hey!” I pointed toward the red door. “We're passing this one.” Maximilian stopped walking. He turned slowly to face me. His gaze followed the direction of my finger. A few seconds passed before Maximilian finally answered flatly, “Forbidden door.” I furrowed my brow, sharpening my hearing. “You're allowed into any room in this mansion.” Maximilian looked straight at me. “Except that one.”

“Aughhh fineeee, I'll help you but we'll go together I'll slip into Denise's room and you can do whatever you want but you owe me your fries” “Deal” Ava said. ****************** It was evening already, they were both dressed up — the stopped infront of the house, the guard stopped them. “Only one can go” he said. “ What …I mean no, the invitation is for two”. The guard took another glance at the invitation “ it clearly says here one..so whose going” Mira groaned and reluctantly let go for Ava to get in, she slid into the halls perfectly — she could hear the loud music from almost each corner of the building like some party was going on.