The Cider House Rules Novels & Stories

Some rules have divided sections. On the first page were rules to the sitting room and diner table. Whoever gets to the sitting room first decides what channel to watch. Business news must be watched in the morning and night. No phone is allowed at the diner till the diner is over. No eating after the forty minutes the diner has started. “Funny eating is even timed,”I chuckled. I was reading the rules to be familiar with the house and to avoid getting into troubles with them. Same time, reading it keeps me company so I don’t miss my phone too much. Library is a must visit on Wednesday afternoons for two hours.

"So I'm a big girl and I can have some, but the little virgin here isn't ready for booze." I popped the cork and both girls shouted out excitedly and grabbed their glasses. "You know these are wine glasses." I said, filling them. "The champagne flutes are the thin ones." "These hold more!" Heather protested. All I could do is laugh and shake my head. "I don't know who raised you girls..." "You did!" Honey said, and moved to my right side. "And you did a good job, didn't he Heather?" "Yes." Heather answered, "He did a very good job." Heather moved to my other side. I filled my own glass and wrapped my arms around my angels. We clinked glasses and all went to drink, but Honey pushed Heather's

Everything in that city seemed unearthly and strange. The boarding house was a larger version of the boar. Slightly larger bedroom with a shared dining area. An hour later, an official arrived and bored them to death with rules and regulations. They had to leave the boarding house and find their own accommodation. They were allowed to visit only the lower quarter of Tivol which included the market and the lower dwellings of the city. If they try to go further, jail. If they try to leave town illegally, jail. If they try to buy the goods without a proper receipt, jail. The list went on and on. Nio nodded and nodded and nodded. Eventually the clerk handed them the same rules in writing and lef

He looked around the group. Gwen grabbed Hycinth's hand and chimed, "Nope! We have a beer pong virgin on our team!" Hycinth rolled her eyes, but returned Gwen's smile, perfectly at ease. Brian made eye contact with Hycinth and grinned widely. Hmm...maybe a little too widely. He was an unmated male. Thankfully, he moved on quickly, "Okay, House Rules are as follows: There are ten cups for each team, six of which have dares beneath them." He pointed like he was a steward giving safety instructions before a flight, to each group of red solo cups nestled in a triangle formation, at either end of the table.

I look up at him with confusion. "I'm going to tell you the house rules, they include my rules plus things everyone in the house have to comply to" House Rules: *Be polite. *Taking turns on dishes and cooking. *We are a family, we sit at the table until the meal is over. *Keep your space clean. *Clean any mess you make. *No kink shaming, we respect everyone. *Subs discipline measures are only taken by their dom, in case of any misbehaving talk to the dom.

"If you're unable to fulfill the above, you're not allowed to eat with us at the same table." ... "2. Outing Rules." "The Cloves emphasize the environment and being frugal." "Only walking is allowed for any location within 3 miles." "You will need to apply one day in advance for the usage of the car for any distance between 3 and 5 miles. If you fail to do so, you will not be allowed to use the car." "3. Guest Rules." ... The rules got increasingly ridiculous. What was even more ridiculous than those rules was the reason for Dina's death.

I set it on the kitchen table at 5:45am and had my coffee made and my bag ready before she came downstairs. The rules were reasonable. Separate bathroom schedules, she had mornings at 6:00am, I had 6:45am, no overlap, no ambiguity. No shared meals unless team events required shared attendance. No personal conversations beyond basic household logistics: fridge space, utilities, maintenance issues. Guests required forty-eight hours' notice. Common area usage would be staggered by floor. The microwave was not to be occupied simultaneously, because simultaneous microwave use in a two-person household was a documented source of unnecessary friction and I was not going to have unnecessary friction

He was shoved into the car, and soon the flashing red and blue lights stretched into the distance, disappearing beyond the estate. The hall was a complete mess. Champagne spilled across the floor. The floral arch had collapsed. The band huddled in the corner, barely daring to breathe. Someone finally spoke up, hesitant. “Consigliere, is tonight… over?” I turned and looked at the guests, each wearing a different expression. “The wedding is over,” I said, “but the score still isn’t settled.” I ordered the music cut and the floral decorations taken down. Behind the main table, the family crest was hung back into place.

Suddenly a sense of arriving at a place where I belonged swept over me. After spending over 3 hours arranging and cleaning my new room,I went downstairs to get some of my painting tools. Arriving there,I saw Dominic on the couch sipping alcohol or whatever it was he was drinking. Dominic turned to me, his expression serious. "Madison"he called. "Yes boss"I said almost scoffing. “There are rules,” he said. I straightened. “Rules?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “You’ll follow them.” I waited. “No male friends in the house,” he said. “No exceptions.”

as punishment fuel for beer pong. “House rules,” Jack announces, tossing the ping pong ball like it’s a sacred relic. “Bounce shots count for double, elbows over the edge and you drink two of Cam’s Delight. Not finishing in one gulp? Rule violation. Punishable by another cup.” Jack gestures at the cloudy, unholy-looking liquid sitting in a plastic jug by the table. I can’t stop myself. “What the hell is in that?” Cam sighs, shoulders sagging. “They’re exaggerating. It’s not that bad. It’s… healthy.” His voice trails off, but his eyes are fixed longingly on the pile of kids with chicken drumsticks, like he’s genuinely considering swapping lives.