Rules Of A Side Chick Novels & Stories

She made her way to Stacey, who was having her own ass squeezed and stroked and in a low voice asked, "Tell me about rule four." With a wide smile, she pulled Vanessa aside. Rule four is that at the end of the night you decide which of the guys in our group you want to replace the plug in your ass with their dick. And you do have to pick one, or else I'll pick one for you. Vanessa stared at her wide eyed. She then slowly turned and scanned the club, picking out her friends amongst them. "Who would you pick for me?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the crowd.

Perfect. She stroked his hair once. “Good boy. Clean it up.” He dropped back to his knees and licked his own come from her skin slow, thorough without a sound. She looked at the other three still denied, still trembling. “Chidi,” she said next. “Your turn. Same rules. Silence or you’re out until Friday.” Chidi stood cock dark and leaking hand already moving. He stared at the wet streak Khalid left on her thigh like it was the only thing in the world.

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.

The audience murmured their agreement, prompting Eric to continue. "Great. Now, here are the two essential rules you must follow: First, no cheating. If caught, you'll be disqualified immediately. Second, your behavior must not disrupt the ongoing program. Should we determine that you pose a distraction, whether intentionally or not, disqualification will be immediate. Is that clear?"

“So. Ground rules.” Charlie raised a brow. “You,” she said, pointing at him, “are not allowed to hover. You are not allowed to stand directly behind me. You are not allowed to whisper ‘heads up’ every time someone walks by.” “I don’t…” “You also may not sit in a corner like a gargoyle.” Charlie considered this. “I don’t sit like a gargoyle.” “You absolutely do,” Sky argued. “I am going to play so there will be no sitting,” he said slowly.

Poppy stood on the footrest of her chair, one hand still holding her croissant, her face covered in crumbs, her green eyes wide with authority she had absolutely no right to possess but had clearly inherited from two very unfortunate bloodlines. “If you fight, you have to use rules!” I pulled my hand away from Sebastian. “We’re not fighting.” “You’re tug-tugging.” “What is tug-tugging?” “Pulling. It’s pre-fighting.” Sebastian finally lowered the phone. “What are the rules?” Poppy raised one finger. “Rule number one. No using injuries.” Sebastian nodded very seriously. “Reasonable.” “Rule number two. No taking phones without asking.” I pointed at Sebastian. “Thank you.”

"Illegal? Once you're dead, it's all mine anyway. Just speeding things up. And FYI—Tammy already moved the company's funds. Once you sign, it's ours." "Tammy Beech moved the money?" He lifted his chin, proud. "Yep. She can't draw a blueprint to save her life, but she's not dumb. Took her a week to learn asset transfers. Every dime your company had? Now it's sitting in Tammy's account." I looked down—and laughed. He squinted at me. "You're dying and still think this is funny?" I nodded. "I am dying. But the second I sign, Tammy's gonna scam you blind."

“I need to know.” “There is only one rule,” said Isioma, who looked somewhat drunk right where she sat. “Just one rule, baby girl.” Idara raised an eyebrow. “Which is?” “No darn rule!” Isioma guffawed, sipping from a chilled bottle of Heineken. “It's a pure game. Raw. Wild. Nasty. No long talk. You in or you out?” Idara noticed that all eyes were on her. If she said no, then the others would probably take her for a weakling and a killjoy, so she said, “Okay. This sounds fun. I'm totally in.”

Only the rules will be changed. *****

The sharp line of his jaw caught the light—and that faint scar I had traced the night before. Something about that made my chest tighten briefly. He carried no weapon yet. Just himself. Relaxed. Ready. Watching me. “Rules?” I asked. Lucian tilted his head slightly. “No claws. No shifting unless you need to. No blood if we can avoid it.” His gaze sharpened. “First to tap out, give up, or stay pinned for a count of three loses.” His voice dropped slightly. “And if at any point it’s too much—” “I say stop,” I finished.