Red Door Yellow Door Rules Novels & Stories

“You will wait here to be addressed by the King. And before we begin, a few rules—” She turned to face us again. The smile was gone. “Rule One: Do not run. There is nowhere to go, and the hounds are faster than your screams. Rule Two: Do not lie to a werewolves here.They can smell truth and they will take what they’re owed, one way or another. Rule Three: Never, under any circumstances, touch the silver doors at the east wing. What lives behind them only obeys the king so no guard would save you.

The rest of Team Yellow, following Yssy’s instructions, are scattered among the kiddie rides consisting of a Ferris wheel, a dragon-shaped rollercoaster and a merry-go-round; all of them mini and brightly colored where rust hasn’t yet taken over. “Ohhh, right,” she says. “Being originally Team Red, I’m also privy to confidential intel that my team’s flag is behind Door No. 2 – naturally, the Throne Room. You know, in case you change your mind about all this breakout plan and decide you want to become war game MVP.” “Nope. My mind’s all made up. I want out of here.” “All righty then,” Nathan says. Then with a flourish: “This way, milady. After you.” “Thank you, kind sir.”

he said, looking at me. "I lost my temper in the car and hurt you without asking you if you liked it; I want us to have an agreement." I nodded. That's what he meant. Xander began writing fluently on the paper as if he'd already thought about whatever he was writing. After a few minutes, he handed me the paper, and the title alone was promising. Rules to be a good secretary: 1. You will never wear stockings and always come to the office in a gown. 2. You will not touch yourself if I am not there, you will give me a call and I will see you, by call or in person

"I'll knocked on your door when you keep your filthy mouth down, whenever your having s*x with a random b*tches out there." "What'd you care? Furthermore, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you taking that woman out with you?" He asked too many questions, and I hate it. "Rule number 2, don't asked too m—" he cut me out. "Don't ask too many questions, I get that sh*t. However, it's not enough to explained why the hell you need to break my door!" "Rule number 4, no cursing inside my house." "F*ck you with your stupid rules."

My eyes grew wide at her question and my mind did a flashback to our last encounter. He was actually serious about those rules. “Yes, he said he would have you present it to me today. But what are the rules about?” “You will be given some rules that you must adhere to.” She began, deliberately ignoring my question. “You should not walk randomly once it's past 11pm. Lock your door and stay in your bed. Don't open the room no matter what you hear.” Her voice sounded like a warning that ignited fear in me. “Why? Is this house haunted?”

Never talk back to the masters. Rule 4: Stay at your spot. Do not wander around. Rule 5: Never enter the West corridor on the -4 floor. Looked like the maids here were governed by even stricter rules than the maids in Silver Blade Pack. It was the final rule that caught her attention. Aurora pointed to the last line and asked Wendy, “What is on the west corridor on the -4 floor? Why is it forbidden?”

He said as she looked around the room. “So should I go?” She asked. “Yes.” He said, and then he got up and stretched. Then he winced at his arm when he moved it. “However, open the door, look outside, and then shut the door quickly. When they aren’t there, don’t do or say anything. Just come back in and lock the door.” “That sounds too easy,” Haven said. “They will think you wish to play, then. It will be about a half an hour, and then they will do it again.” Mack said. “It will continue the entire night. Know that darkness surrounds the house. They think they have the advantage here.”

Dorian said. Philip gazed at Fulton who stood at the side with his hands folded. Fulton looked at the phoenix feather jade pendant in Philip's hand and explained, “Young Master, it’s not the time to tell you about the doors and the keys yet. I can only tell you some basic concepts. So far, there are four doors to be found. The one in our territory is guarded by the Nonagon. The ones in Country M and Country Y are guarded by the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. The last one is not at my liberty to disclose.” “What are these doors?”

The dream hallway. Doors lined both sides, mismatched and endless. Tall doors. Small doors. Locked doors. Breathing doors. Doors with no frames. Doors with symbols that twisted when she tried to focus. Her pulse jumped. Somewhere beyond the nearest door, something knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. Do not answer mirrors. Do not touch sealed thresholds. Do not speak first in silent places. Rules were scattered through her mind like dropped papers. The knocking came again. This time, from behind her.

the man on the black crow laughed as he imagined the tragic fate that would befall Long Hu'er after being captured by him. "This?" Elsewhere, Long Chen, who had fallen from the desert, suddenly appeared in an odd corridor. Inside the corridor, not far away, there were three doors of different colors: red, white, and black. Long Chen did not understand the meaning of these three doors. He wanted to ask the world spirit about this, but it seemed the world spirit could not be contacted. Long Chen could only approach and examine the three doors carefully. "Red symbolizes disaster, white symbolizes life, and black symbolizes death. Is this a choice? If so, wouldn't it be better for me to choose l