Rules For A Little Novels & Stories

I never bad any of those before, I was a crying mess for order. "A child no, a little yes. Roman a little need the same attention and care as the child they regress too as they attention and care while in big headspace" the bot explain, he knows too much about this, even after my research. "And what my rules are?" I ask still not giving in completely. The bot got a paper already typed, it said Roman Rules. It includes rules of a sleeping schedule for me, bed time is midnight while working and ten on regular days. Three meals a day, personal hygiene, limitations of coffee intake!! That's just crazy but moving on.

Her eyes tracked every movement. “Rules for tonight,” I said, voice low and steady. “You address me as Sir when we’re playing. You keep your eyes on me unless I tell you otherwise. You tell me immediately if anything hurts in a bad way. And you do not come without permission. Break a rule and you get the whip…. lightly …… followed by a hard fuck. Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. Understand?” “Yes, Sir,” she said softly. The word sounded sweet on her tongue.

I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

"Rule two. Keep your mouth shut. You see something, hear something you pretend you didn’t. You don’t talk to anyone about anything." My heart thudded harder. I know he never wanted me here at first, and he was doing all of this so he could satisfy his father wh "Rule three. If there’s a fight, you stay out of it. No screaming. No crying. You stay quiet." I swallowed. "Rule four. My friends are off-limits. You don’t talk to them. Don’t look at them. Don’t even breathe around them unless I say so." I felt my fingers dig into my skin. There was no point living anymore then?

Always tell daddy where you are 2.Bedtime is 11pm 3. No swearing 4. Always ask for whatever you want, don't be shy 5. Never tell lies or keep secrets 6. Ask for permission all the time 7. Call Alex daddy only when you are alone. 8. Never be rude RULES FOR LITTLE NICOLE 1. Ask for permission ALL THE TIME 2. Bedtime is 9pm 3. Never go out without daddy 4. Never take any candy or chocolate without daddy's permission 5. Use your word all the time

she says positioning the tablet back up. “Kitten I want you to write down your rules” I say before she start writing. Louis Rules: 1-Always call Rebbeca Mommy. 2-Eat three meals a day. 3-No lying, tell Mommy everything. 4-Bedtime is ten pm. 5- No candy or sweets without permission. 6-No cursing. 7- Message me through the day and a video call is a must before bed. 8-Accept all gifts Mommy send you, no fuss.

“From Dada’s office.” “Okay, list,” Alex said. 6 years, 7 months. To crowd. “Rule 1: No running with balloons. Because Bear. Rule 2: No crying unless you’re 1. Because February is 1. Kind of. Rule 3: No pushing. Because twins. Rule 4: If you break something, you say sorry to Mama. Not me. Deal?” _Thump._ “Deal!” Kids yelled. “Deal,” Bear said. With sigh.

You must read each thing and make opinions about things. Rules I expect to be followed: (Subject to be punished or rewarded for) - Only daddy can touch you, play with you, punish you or reward you. No other man may do so. - Only baby girl can touch daddy, no other woman will be near. - Only daddy can see your body, within reason, bikinis are acceptable - Babygirl must eat 3 healthy meals a day - Babygirl must always be on time, and ready - Babygirl will be respectful and not be a brat, bratting will lead to punishments instantly

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

Alexander sat on the coffee table—facing her. “Tell me about him.” Lila peeked out. “He’s… nice. Smart. Annoying. Cute.” Alexander exhaled slowly. “Cute.” Lila nodded. Alexander rubbed his face. “Okay. Rules.” Lila rolled her eyes. “Daddy—” “Rules,” he repeated. “One: He comes here first. I meet him. I talk to him. Two: Group hangs only until you’re sixteen. Three: You tell us everything—no secrets. Four: If he ever makes you cry for any reason other than happy tears, I handle it.”