The 3 Month Rule Novels & Stories

"27 times." Kyle let out a sudden laugh. The sharp edge of the divorce decree nicked his palm. "While Holly was pleading with me for 27 days, you managed to get 12 stomachaches, seven car breakdowns, four claims of violence from your family, and your dog somehow had acute gastroenteritis four times. "Ruby, do you actually think I'm an idiot?" In the city hall's lobby, a few couples who were waiting to get married quietly raised their phones to record the scene.

"Noted." "Rule three." She paused. "No Alpha responses. No instinctive posturing. No squaring your shoulders when someone crowds your space. No stepping in front of people. No—" "Mira." "—territorial behavior of any kind, no matter how—" "Mira." She looked up. "I know the rules." "You broke rule three seventeen times during the departure ceremony alone. Seventeen. I counted." "People kept standing too close."

"You're serious." "Completely." "We'd need rules." "Obviously." He leaned forward, and suddenly the air between us felt charged. "Then let's write them down." *** Twenty minutes later, we had "The Contract": Duration: 30 days Safe word: Mercy Either party can stop at any time, no questions asked Complete honesty required Rule #1: Friendship comes first Rule #2: No catching feelings Rule #3: What happens during the arrangement stays private I stared at the second rule. "No catching feelings? Really?"

he said as he touched his temple, wincing. "Jace," I answered. The name did not feel right on my lips but I let him go. He looked at me without saying a word and I sighed. "Fine, you have three days to stay here and heal but after those three days, you are out." "Just three days?'" He asked. "You should consider yourself lucky that I am giving you that much. One rule, do not touch my laptop "Got it," he said, trying to hide a laugh. Later That Morning – KuraTech Headquarters

Erica kept talking, but my mind was just drifting all over the place except the present. Her words blurred into noise—as if someone’s flipping book pages too fast to catch “... oh right, by the way,” Erica casually dropped the bomb, snapping me back, “the CEO’s visiting this department later.”

As we walked further, we realized there's different sections for each person with a wide space and desk. “Listen up. Kathy rules. One, key cards track your hours. Two, no guests without approval, three, whatever you shoot here belongs to Golden lens and four, you miss quota, you lose the space.” We listened carefully. Then he passed key cards to all of us. “These are all your cards for your studios. You own one each. That's the privilege of being winners. You all have the rest of the afternoon to get to know each other better.”

"You’re looking at me like you don’t believe me? My brother really loves me." "I know, so I don’t doubt you," Jax replied with a smile. "Good," Naomi murmured after a few seconds. "Since I don’t remember anything, and I don’t dislike you, we can continue dating, right?" Jax’s heart leaped with joy, but before he could celebrate, Naomi added, "But if I don’t like you in three months, we’ll break up." "…" So was he cursed with a three-month trial period? Just as he finally made progress, he was pulled back to square one, trapped in a three-month cycle. How long would this last?

"No, I'm keeping her safe. And I expect you to enforce these rules." I stood up, my hands clenched. “Why are you always so controlling? You can't just dictate our lives like this." Ben leaned forward in his chair and gave me a serious look. "I can and I will. This is my house." The tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Liam's giggles echoed from outside, a stark contrast to our heated argument. Strangely enough, Ben's expression softened slightly at the sound. "Ana, I'm doing this for everyone's benefit. We're all going to be in the same space for one month and I believe it'll be better for everyone if we could all get along till then."

Richmond greeted when the twain was done signing. "I'm sure you know there won't be any intimacy for these three months, Miss," Greg said. "Yes, definitely," She answered. "We only kiss when people are present." "What? Why?" She asked, looking at the lawyer and her boss at the same time. "For the conviction that we are lovers, what else?" He asked her. "I don't know," She answered, displaying an innocent look. "It's nice doing business with you, Giselle Jones," Greg smiled when the lawyer left his office.

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.