Side Chick Rules Novels & Stories

Like someone pressed mute on teenage existence and we were only thing about the same thing repeatedly As if that wasn’t enough, Chuck had this dumb rule where everyone had to drop their phones in a small basket so we could “stay present.” Ridiculous, right? Everyone just sneaked back to the basket every ten minutes to check their messages. The party was in Chuck’s basement, one of those unfinished ones where the walls echo and there’s always a faint scent of wet socks and cigarettes. Old speakers blasted music that kept glitching every three minutes. Snacks were everywhere, and someone spilled an energy drink on the beanbag, so it smelled like a mix of sugar and defeat and if that wasn't eno

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.

At that moment, Fabian, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "The team battle rules do have a serious flaw. In my view, this is a good chance to amend them. From now on, contestants should bring their own partners. That way, their teamwork is tested as well. If the partner they choose fails to show up—whatever the reason—that's on them. No one else will be implicated." Someone frowned. "That's reasonable, but what about the contestants who already scored under the old rules? They won't accept a rematch."

I choked and spit it out. Sophia strolled over, smug as ever, and dug her stiletto into my cheek. "Trying to leave without apologizing?"

She wanted at this fucker now. “Again, one rule, no killing. Winner will be whoever can get the other to submit or tap out or a knockout. Understood?!” Koda and I locked eyes and just nodded. “Everybody back up!” Jax hollered while pushing people back. “On my word then. Ready…set…GO!”

Chandra pulled Amara away. "Stop." "Don't try to rule me, Chandra!" "Then don't do anything against my rules! Or I will shut you up." The last line she just stated served as a tranquilizer to me- it made me freeze- stopping me to eat Amara. Into the thin air, I shouted, and I growled. The nearby wolves responded, including Amara. But Chandra didn't. One thing is for sure, she isn't part of our race, and this place is not werewolves' realm. Just the parallel of my world.

She wanted at this fucker now. “Again, one rule, no killing. Winner will be whoever can get the other to submit or tap out or a knockout. Understood?!” Koda and I locked eyes and just nodded. “Everybody back up!” Jax hollered while pushing people back. “On my word then. Ready…set…GO!”

he sat down and I balanced myself on his lap. He pushed me off hurriedly saying, "Wait! We need to set some rules first." "No rules, it's too late for that." "This is your challenge, so I set the rules and you follow them. If you break them, you lose." He said in an authoritative voice. "This is no challenge anymore, just bullsh*t." "Every game has rules." He said adamantly. "Fine!" "Rule #1: You shouldn't touch me there," he said pointing downward, "not with your hands, and not with any part of your body. If you do, you automatically fail."

Lyra rushed to the window and saw Victor standing on the steps, his usually gentle face hard with fury. "Wesley Cheswick!" Victor's voice boomed. "My daughter weighed a hundred and eight pounds when she married you. She came back at ninety!" He seized Wesley by the collar. "What did you promise me at that wedding?" Wesley staggered but still lifted his chin. "Let me see Lyra." "It's house rules," Victor said coldly. "A cheating man doesn't step into this home unless he takes ninety-nine lashes. Can you handle that?" "I can." Wesley dropped to his knees without a pause. "As many as it takes."

Amara felt concerned at his pained expression, but she forced herself to press on. There are rules and regulations you both must follow, she said. Leaning forward slightly, Darius tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. What are these rules? Rule number one: no fighting. The one who initiates a fight will lose twenty points, she stated firmly, her gaze flicking between the two men. Rule number two: you are not allowed to announce me as your woman until the contest is over. If you win, then you can make it public. Darius’s lips twitched as though he wanted to challenge the rule, but he stayed silent.