Rule Number 5 Novels & Stories

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

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

If, after the tenth attempt, I fail, you are free to walk away with no penalty. Rule 2: For the duration of our association, you may not entertain any other man in your personal or emotional life. Fidelity remains absolute. Rule 3: You are prohibited from relieving yourself sexually by artificial means, including toys, vibrators, or any such devices. Your release shall be solely mine to command. Rule 4: I reserve the right to touch you at any time, in any manner I choose, without prior permission. Rule 5: You may not touch ——

“Rule three: No behavior that draws attention.” “So basically… no fun?” I continued before my patience snapped. “Rule four—” She shot a hand in the air. “Wait. Skip to the juicy rule. The one where we’re not supposed to touch each other. That one.” I froze. My heartbeat tripped. My jaw tightened. “There is no such rule.” “Boring,” she said, leaning back like she owned the sun. I tried again. “Rule five: No flirting.” Her smirk exploded into a full grin. “Oops. Already broke that one.”

Nina knows Lucien is not so easy to cheat, so she has to be honest and tell half the truth, "he used to be my neighbor." Lucien twists Nina's chin with one hand. His eyes are fixed on hers as if to study whether she has lied or not. Nina tries to make her eyes innocent. After a while, Lucien lets go. His voice is cold. "The fifth rule of lover's rule, without my permission, you are not allowed to talk to other men casually." "You are insane!" Nina swears to God that she doesn't really want to piss Lucien off. But Lucien goes too far!

That one stung a little—I remembered waking up tangled in his sheets this morning, how stupidly good it felt—but I nodded anyway. “Rule four: if either of us starts feeling…” He paused, jaw tightening. “More than just physical, we say it. And we stop.” My stomach dipped. “Okay.” “Rule five: no jealousy. If one of us wants to hook up with someone else, we do it. No questions.” I swallowed. The idea of him with someone else made my chest tight, but I forced a shrug. “Deal.” He studied me for a long second, like he was checking for cracks. Then his hand dropped.

• RULE NUMBER 01: Don’t show off. Stay low key. • RULE NUMBER 02: Be yourself. Love your looks. • RULE NUMBER 03: Learn to keep your promises. • RULE NUMBER 04: Always be open for exceptions. • RULE NUMBER 05: Never befriend anyone of they didn’t talk to you first. • RULE NUMBER 06: Avoid being late. • RULE NUMBER 07: Always list down the important details. • RULE NUMBER 08: Never listen to Nathan’s nonsense statements.

It was obvious that whatever the fifth rule was, it was the one thing that she didn’t want to be crossed the most. “Ms. Miller?” he prompted. Una clasped her fingers together, trying to calm the shaking that had quickly taken over her hands. Her head hung low as terrifying memories drifted through her mind. Was she like this when she told her previous tenants about her house rules? Will thought. “Ms. Miller…” he called to her again, softer this time. “What’s the fifth rule?” “Never ever turn the lights off at night.” Una’s bottom lip quivered with every word that left her lips. “The front porch light, the living room, and the kitchen. That’s nonnegotiable.”

Rule Two: You will answer your phone when I call. Rule Three: No physical relationship. Do not touch me unless I’m plunging to my death. I pause. My pen hovers above the paper. Then I write another line. Rule Four: You will not investigate my past without my permission. That one feels important. And very necessary. Then I add one more. Rule Five: If either of us wants out after a year, we walk away clean. But If I ask you to walk away at any time, you will. Rule Six:

Then he stood and slowly approached me, his presence filling the space. “Do I really have to spell it out for you?” he asked quietly. He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips as he reached for my hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. “Or,” he added, voice low, “do you just want to be sure?” “I want to be sure,” I said firmly, lifting my gaze to meet his. “I don’t want to assume, we have a truce…remember?” “Rule number five, both parties should not fall in love, and it came from you. You don’t do emotions.” I added, feeling extremely nervous.