Rules Of A Side Chick Novels & Stories

She told him, he chuckled softly as they began. "Thank you all for coming at such short notice. We're here to see your power level and how you fight. The rules are anyone who falls off the edge loses or can't get up in 10 seconds and besides from them you can do anything you like, but try not to kill each, I have no time to write a letter to your families." Marcella announced. "Any questions before we start?" No one spoke. "Ok great, first up is Amaris and Helen." Amaris sighed, putting down his glass of wine as he stepped on a block that carried him to the fighting platform, Helen did the same.

Janelle shouted, shooting to her feet like someone had slapped her. Cynthia’s mouth fell open. “Malik. Is this a joke?” “No,” Malik said calmly. “This is according to Darius’s final wishes. She was named.” “You can’t be serious,” Janelle snapped. “She’s—she’s just the—” “Side chick?” Alaya offered, lifting her chin. “You said it loud enough on national TV, might as well say it here too.” Janelle bristled. Cynthia rose from her chair. “You do not belong here.”

Ever. Rule four: No killing You both die. No cheating. You die.” "Rule five: No quitting, finish the games together, no matter what. Rule six: One chance to swap mates if you screwed up. Everyone has to agree, though. Got it? Good. Now, go change. We’re throwing a party." The crowd erupted in cheers. Chloe blinked, startled. The man was still gripping her hand like it was a lifeline. They followed the old man to their room where a timer ticked down: one hour.

I dropped my skirt to the floor, revealing the thong I had worn just to seduce him. I laid on the table while spreading my thighs wide. “The rules of the game are: you look right at me, and you don't get to touch yourself. You would fuck me, but if you get to touch yourself, I’d get to fuck the hell out of you without stopping.” He stared at me like it was an easy thing. He agreed to it while I flung my thong on the floor. I sat on the table, opening my legs wide in order to reveal my juicy pussy.

my serious nature returned; the aura of an alpha enveloped all of them. “Now, let's go over what we discussed at home.” “Nicky, you first.” “Okay, first rule, under no circumstances should you fight; fighting is not allowed.” "Neil." “Second rule, under no provocation should we fight, and also no gambling.” "Nora," I could already feel a headache coming as I looked at her. “Third rule, no fighting, no killing, no maiming, no pranks on people, no breaking up relationships, no illegal business, no stealing, no smoking, and most importantly, for every good deal, get your money in cash or kind.”

“I’ve got the same one. Never fall for a dancer.” We both smiled. I took a slow sip, letting the cold liquid do nothing to cool the heat building under my skin. “So what happens when two people with the same rule sit this close?” I asked, voice playful. Wayne’s hand moved under the table. His fingers traced lightly up my thigh, stopping just before the dangerous zone. “They either run… or they break the rules real slow.” My pulse jumped. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I parted my thighs a little, daring him. “Slow, huh? You don’t strike me as the slow type.”

"Boys, the rules are simple. Each of you gets two five-minute long turns to satisfy me. Winner is the one who makes me come most often. And before you get your hopes up, you're only allowed to use your pretty mouths, nothing else." She then looks from one of us to the other again, her gaze finally settling on me. "I think you should start, seeing as your friend just had the pleasure of rubbing himself all over my thighs." At her hand signal I push away from the desk, hissing slightly when the motion makes the weights on the nipple clamp chain and the stretcher swing. Moving as slowly as I can manage without being too

I confirmed. And then Chen sighed, heavily, as if she were already regretting what she was about to say. She massaged her temples as if she had a headache. "Fine. But we do this my way. My plan, my team, my rules. Without conferring first with me, you do NOT make a move. You wait until I tell you to fight. You follow every instruction exactly. Agreed?" "Agreed." "Then we kill this motherfucker and you two can race to a fucking wedding that you only just got engaged for. God knows you've earned it.”

Without speaking, Chelsea pulled Charli's necklace from her pocket and placed it in Charli's hand. As soon as it was secure, Charli looked up at me again with the cutest, shiest grin I'd ever seen. I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her forever, but first, we had some rules to discuss. Narrowing my gaze, I found my most direct tone. "Rule number one, entering one of that asshole's cars, ever again, is forbidden.” Charli nodded. "Rule number two, if that necklace ever comes off your neck for any other reason than swimming, you won't be sitting for a week. Is that clear?"

I gape at them literally every time he’s in a towel, which is conveniently always very loosely tied. Everything fades as I stare at him and just go blank. My feet move on their own, pushing through the crowd. I keep my head down but I keep one eye on the middle of the ring as they both begin to bounce around. I’m going to get just behind that curtain and watch from there. Nobody will see me and I’ll have a straight view. “All right, all right. Not a lot of rules but as you know if you shift, you forfeit immediately. Claws are fair game but you must remain on two legs. If you’re down a five count, you’re out,” the emcee says, as Hector approaches him.