Rules Of A Lady Novels & Stories

"Sure, but just so you know, there are no rules, you guys can't drink alcohol because of your babies. The only rule is to hit this bell if you don't want to answer the question given to you." The ladies nodded, their faces serious for a moment before breaking into smiles. "Are the rules applied to us too?" one of the invited ladies asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, it only applies to the pregnant ladies here." The ladies agreed, and Mabel's face lit up with excitement. "Let's go." Rachel smiled, spinning the bottle. It landed on her, and the ladies let out a collective "Oooh!" Nina's face set in a sly expression. "I will ask. Truth or dare?"

Star said aloud. "I know my Lady, but it would be rude as a maid to stand and watch my Lady bath herself and dress herself up without my assistant, for it is against the rules and regulations of the maids." Mary replied with all sincerity. "And who made those rules?" Star asked her calmly. "The society my Lady." Mary replied. "The society you said? Well, society doesn't own me, I own myself. So here I am asking you not to bath me or dress me so I can do it myself." Star said as she turned towards the water in the bathtub.

A gown or something that lady is a bitch with the temper of an ape and an hyena she'll be here to drag you down the stairs naked or not" On hearing the drag part I feel a part in my Brian they to remind me of something or someone but eventually I wiggle into a gown and hurry down the stairs unsure Of what to do, I see few girls all lined up as immediately I join in on the cue with my bathrobe wrapped around me, "You are early, I like it " the lady I had seen earlier says, "Thanks miss" "The rules are simple you don't speak when not spoken to and speak when ordered to, you do as ordered and I assure you your safety but anything other than that and I'm sure your cold dead body will be dragged

A weird little community ritual. Instead, it felt like stepping into a battlefield, with Maya as commander, her rainbow crew as loyal lieutenants, and me standing like a rookie who didn’t even know the rules. And the worst part? Somehow, some way, I knew this wasn’t going to stay “yearly, secret, pointless.” It was going to get personal. Nia clapped again, bright and cheerful. “Alright, everyone, wrap it up. Soon we shall lie the candles and read out the anonymous message written on each paper, remember it's for fun and nothing should be used against anybody, secrets stay secrets”

“What is ‘shitty’?” >" Oh. Right. They probably didn’t understand human slang." “I mean your rules are stupid.” Lirvana clenched her fists but didn’t say anything. She continued. “Rule six: Never raise your voice at the Head Consort.” “And who is that?” Serena asked, arms crossed. “I am,” Lirvana replied, her smile sharp. “Watch your tongue.” “Rule seven: Meals are to be taken in this hall. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” She flipped to the next page.

“Yes, you did. He only ever requests Lilly. What’s your excuse for Mr. Henderson?” She shrugs nonchalantly, her voice dripping with condescension. “The rules state the women need to be here an hour before their first client. If they aren’t, they don’t see the men.” My eyes narrow. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. That rule has never been enforced before—not for anyone. You’re using it as an excuse.” Her gaze sharpens, her voice rising. “Oh, so there’s one rule for everyone else, but another for Lilly? Why is she the favorite, huh? Why does she get special treatment?”

“Otherwise, there are consequences.” "Consequences?," Izora repeated, focussing her eyes narrowly. "Like what?" The maid stopped, lips parted before she corrected herself. "Please, my lady." “Just be advised the master does not accept disobedience.” Izora opened the book and started skimming the pages. Rule 1: Never talk until invited guests are around. Rule 2: Without escort, the master's private wing is off-limits. Rule 3: You have to dress appropriately for the time of day; no casual attire beyond your quarters.

The first lady said as they all nodded, agreeing with her. "Maybe she is his mistress or sex toy, you know.. to relieve himself at the office" The second lady said, getting a chuckle from them. "I envy her, though. I would do anything just to get his attention, and she's always with him, doing God knows what in that office. I hate her so much!" The third lady said as the elevator stopped and the door opened. "Huh.. is someone getting down here? Did you guys mistakenly press the wrong number?" One of them asked as I quickly spoke up.

He glanced at Faricenda and could see her tensed shoulders, he signalled for the one in charge of the coronation to continue. The man in charge introduced every important ones in the gathering and it was time for the ritual rites. "There are two rules to follow this night. The first is to pick a random lady since you don't have a mate yet and the second rule will be given." Prince Lucius was taken aback with the first rule, no one told him any of this.

There were two MCs, a lady and a gent and both were looking elegant. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this year's auction. The rules are still the same. The one with the highest bid wins the lady. You'll first have a dance together. She will be yours until tomorrow evening. You can't force the lady to do anything that she doesn't want to do. If you decide to meet her after tomorrow, that will now depend on your personal arrangements and that's out of our control then and you're not allowed to bid twice, once is enough. We don't want to be unfair to some of the gentlemen here,right," after reminding the people about the rules, they then read the named of the participants.