Rules For Littles Novels & Stories

“Yeah, save us with your intelligence. Don’t let us fail this quiz.” I grinned at both of them. “Only if I can, haha.” They knew me too well. Cheating? Not in my vocabulary. Any kind of cheating was absolutely off-limits. “Number one…” Mr. Landers began, and I immediately stopped smiling. Focus, Reign. You need to ace this quiz. Serious mode activated. “Reign, save us! Please, have mercy on us!” Chris whispered dramatically, hands raised in mock pleading. I gestured sharply at him to be quiet. He pouted immediately. Nice try, Chris. Your pleading face will not work on me today.

“That won’t last.” Elizabeth smiles. “I’m ready.” Mia nods, then gestures toward the couch. “Sit. We need to talk.” Grandma lingers near the doorway, arms folded, watchful but quiet. Mia sits across from Elizabeth, knees bouncing once before she stills them with effort. “I need to be very clear,” she says. “These are my rules. They’re not suggestions. And you must abide.” Elizabeth nods. “I understand.” “You don’t leave them unattended. Not for a second. If one cries, you check immediately—even if you think you know why.”

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.”

She flipped the page. New Home Rules (effective immediately upon reading): No leaving the property without explicit permission. Curfew: 9 PM. Clothing choices will be approved by the new guardian. Daily discipline and correction sessions will be enforced for any infraction. Complete obedience is required. Resistance will be corrected physically. At the bottom, in Marcus’s bold handwriting: “You’ve fought me long enough, little girl. Time to learn.” Her cheeks burned crimson. “This… this can’t be legal. I’m twenty, not a child!”

I looked across the entire room. “And one more thing. Everyone standing here tonight, remember this. The Leon family can replace a district boss. It can replace drivers, lawyers, mistresses, accountants, and even the groom at a wedding. But the rules do not change. Anyone who tries to use this family as a ladder to climb up the ranks, I’ll break their legs.” This time, every single person lowered their head. I knew this fight was far from over. The real retaliation would begin tomorrow. However, I had been waiting for this day for far too long.

Author's POV All men sat by the table, Garry and Noah were ready with the rules. All they wanted to do is, keep these two brothers alive. "We can't afford you two getting into quarrel and hurt yourselves or the girl... Meddling in each other's business can create big issues." Arthur was sitting there with mad face and Oliver was with hateful glare. But they both agreed for the rule thing because they know that limits are easy to cross when the prize is worth. "1st rule is obvious, no one will touch the girl until she is eighteen."

“Don’t you have anything better to do than barge in here acting like the morality police?” Laila raised a hand, wiggled her fingers, and then flipped me off with exaggerated flair. My jaw dropped. “Seriously?” “Seriously,” she echoed, smirking. “Consider that a gift from your conscience. Also… Mom and Dad’s rules? Ring a bell? No mating nonsense until you’re eighteen, remember?” I sat up fully, glaring. “I know the rules, Laila.” “Good,” she said, spinning on her heel. “Because if I have to hear you two kissing from across the hallway one more time, I’ll start charging a trauma tax.”

“It feels… quiet in here without pretending to be silent.” “That’s the idea,” he says. “House rules, abbreviated: no fighting under this roof unless it’s play or training; no shifting inside unless someone’s hurt or in labor; kitchen obeys June; no mindlink at the table; porch is for big feelings; if the light is on in the library after midnight, someone brings tea and doesn’t ask questions.” “Porch is for big feelings,” I repeat, smiling. “Efficient.” “It helps,” he says. “We’re loud people. Rules make it safer to be loud.”

“Christian told me. Everyone tells me. It’s not new.” She blinks, slightly taken aback, before holding out a crisp set of stapled papers. “Right. Well... here are the rules. Mr. Christian likes things—” “Rules?” I didn’t—wait. Now that I remember it, I actually heard Christian talking about rules, though I didn’t pay attention because... that shit in front of him didn’t let me. I grab the papers quickly, my eyes scanning the top line before I even process the rest. Do not leave the estate without permission. Curfew: 9:00 p.m. Phone on at all times. Never go to the top floor. No visitors. Don't this, don't that, don't, don't, don't...

“I am going to tell you the rules of the cage. If you enter, that means you herby agree with them. You may have your chance to list your own rules. Rule one: You cannot leave the cage until someone is either unconscious or taps out. If you try to jump the fence, my men will pick you up and throw your ass back in. Rule two: Queen Nina is going to send an electrical current through the metal. If you touch the fence, you will be electrocuted. Now it isn’t enough to kill you or even make you unconscious, but it will be enough that you feel it. Rule three and final rule: Everything counts.” Dad took his hand off Calvin’s shoulder and waited to see if he was going to enter or reject. The crowd was