Rules For A Little Novels & Stories

Kennedy let my hand go and go somewhere in the house, she came back holding papers and some crayon, she set them in front of me. “We want you to write your rules little one” Robert says and I slide on the floor for easier access to the paper and start writing in different colors my rules. Ella’s Rules: *Call us mommy and daddy. *No back talk or bad words. *Inside voices. *Ask before eating candy. *Bed time is ten. *Hold our hands while outside. *No going out alone of the house without telling us. *Eat three meals a day. *We’ll feed you, bathe you, and diaper you while in your little space.

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

he replied with a wink, he meant my one-lifetime mistake but he's not letting it go. Marco got in and saved me from further embarrassment, he took a seat facing me and smiled, Felix finished writing my limits before he turned to Marco's rules for me. "Call me daddy, obey and do what you're asked to, eat three times a day, no sweet without asking me first, nap every day, bedtime is ten, no alcohol except for special occasions, no cursing, no hiding things from me, be respectful with other, don't hide things from me, tell me in case of breaking any rule." Those were Marco's rules nothing crazy.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.

"They can be." "They're not." Marcus checked his watch, the kind of gesture that ends conversations whether or not the conversation is finished. "New terms, since apparently the current stakes aren't motivating anyone enough. If you don't place top three at the summer showcase, I'm pulling the team designation entirely. No Voss Prize funding, no summit slot." His eyes flicked to me, brief, surgical. "And Mr. Cross's place in the program becomes available to someone with a project that can actually win." "You can't do that," Adrian said. "The prize structure isn't yours to change, it's the department's—"

she asked while looking at Raga. "As you read, it's a letter of agreement between us. Inside the letter are some rules that you must abide by. I've written down what rules you have to obey. There are some blank lines, you can also write the rules you want to make. We are free to make rules but we also have to obey each other's rules. If any of us break one of the rules, there will be punishment," Raga explained.

Charlotte grinned triumphantly. Mum pointed the spoon at me. “You’re young. You are literally only going to be nineteen once. You’re allowed to go out, have your first kiss, party, break the rules, get drunk, get wasted but always make sure it use protection if you're ever going to you know” and then she winked at me “ we don't want to see little children roaming about” “Mum gross, pls stop”I swallowed. She kept going. “Trying something doesn’t mean you’re promising forever. It’s just trying. Growing, experiencing. You don’t owe anyone a life plan at nineteen, Maya.”

"oh not much 1.you can not come to my room without permission. I will also follow it to your room. 2.you and I will always respect elders spacially parents. 3.." " You have to also follow my rules then I will also follow them" "OK but I have to hear it first and I left 1rule also. Do not touch me." "I will think about that. Now hear my rules 1/.you have to pretend as lovely wife in front every one 2/ You have to attend party with me as wife 3/ I can kiss you if there is any need to display love in front of people. 4/parents are the main person in my life you have to respect them. 5/no short dress outside of house.6/we can not break our relationship trust, so no boy and for me no girl.

I wrote the next rule. “Rule six: if we are attending an event and someone insults me, I get the first word.” “Why?” “Because if you go first, things will become expensive.” He paused. “That sounds like a threat.” “It is a promise.” I wrote faster now, warmed up by my own audacity. “Rule seven: no one is allowed to enter my room without knocking twice.” “Why twice?” “Because once is a mistake. Twice is a warning.” He folded his arms. “Continue.”