روايات وقصص ضمن The Rules Of Mistletoe

The curly-haired one behind him slipped a hand down his back, fingers tracing his spine before cupping his ass through his pants, squeezing the cheeks with possessive intent. A voluptuous slut with golden waves and a silk blouse unbuttoned just enough joined the fray, positioning herself to the side. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently at the roots while her other hand caressed his neck, then down to his chest again, overlapping with the others. The touches overlapped in a chaotic symphony rubs, caresses, squeezes each slut claiming a piece of him without yielding ground. The athletic one's hands moved to his waist, thumbs hooking into his belt but not pulling, just rubbing

“Then we set rules.” The Rules We sit on the stone bench, knees touching. No ceremony. No ritual. Just truth. “Rule one,” Selene says. “No decisions about me without me.” I nod. “Rule two: no messages, orders, or approvals in either of our names unless confirmed face-to-face.” “Rule three,” she continues, eyes steady. “If doubt appears, we speak it. Immediately.” I add, “Rule four: restraint is not distance.” Her fingers tighten on mine. “Good.”

"Exclusively and the result would determine that, and u won't regret working with us. This is the copy of rules and regulations guiding this contract." He said as she slipped into her bag to bring out a neat documents which at the ends will require the signature of both them, but then Felix refused to sign immediately, demanding for another meeting to for a final details and more discussion on it. "You suggesting another meeting? Mr Felix, she asked , he replied immediately and made his reason more clear, he told her how he needs more private time to think and agree to the rules and regulations guiding the contract, as business like this needs clarity . Okay no problem Mr Felix."

Lady Vita clicked her tongue, “It’s Sir Silas.” Amara bit her lip and nodded. She had forgotten. It was normal, Eleanor had told her. Apparently, Royal Consorts had a certain set of rules that they had to follow. She found it weird, but Eleanor told her that it was how it really was in the academe. They weren’t allowed to talk unless asked, which proved harder than it sounded. They weren’t also allowed to address other people without using Sir and Lady. Especially if the one they’re addressing has a higher social standing. And consorts seemed to be at the bottom of the social pyramid. Just above the ravages, those werewolves who were slumming outside the gates.

It was trimmed with a circle of freshly fallen fake snow, and hundreds of mistletoe branches hung from sparkling golden strings. This was it. This was the year I’d step onto the dance floor and find a match. I’d dance and chat with the men in the dance circle for approximately thirty minutes before having to make a final decision. If my choice also chose me, we’d share a kiss at midnight under that mistletoe and remove our masks.

Night had come and now the flakes danced under the lights of the ski-resort. Her leg rested next to his. The chair was too small for them to truly sit apart, and Nathan found his heart beating faster just being near her. This felt intimate, despite the fact that there were other people just on the other side of the room. “Oh look,” Holly said, pointing upward. “Mistletoe.” Nathan’s eyes went up and saw that someone had hung a small sprig of green over the love seat. Given that it was a love seat, he could understand the placement.

Men, women, and even the children, who should have been safely asleep in their beds, were here, united by a common cause – to free our village from King Crowell’s oppressive rule. We worked swiftly, the moonlight providing a faint glow to guide our hands. The children’s laughter and the hushed whispers of the adults filled the air as they brought bundles of mistletoe leaves to me. There was a sense of determination in their eyes, a belief that this humble plant could be the key to our liberation. As they handed me the mistletoe, I thanked each of them with a whispered word of encouragement. They were risking their safety to be here, to contribute to our cause, and I couldn’t help but feel a

Folding her arms over her chest, she tapped one finger against her own lips. “Do you know you’ve got leaves sticking out of the top of your head?” Cindy giggled, then hiccuped. “It’s not leaves, silly, it’s mistletoe. You’re supposed to kiss the person under the mistletoe. It’s a costume.” “Custom,” both her sisters corrected. “Really? Well, if it’s a custom…” Amy leaned down and kissed Cindy on the nose, making the girl giggle and hiccup again. They took turns, with Cindy finishing up her turn by getting kisses from everyone else. Pammy held the mistletoe over Jasmine’s head, and they all took turns kissing her. Jasmine returned the favor, but had to stand on a footstool to do it.

Or let Karina's warning about standing under the mistletoe fly through the window immediately I set foot inside this event hall. I was able to recognize her pity-filled gaze amid the small crowd. Great! I had stood there for minutes bickering with him without any knowledge that I was setting a trap for myself. I shook my head vigorously. "We aren't a couple. How the hell are we supposed to kiss?" I pinned my questioning gaze on the lady making sure she caught the extra emphasis I placed on the phrase, "not a couple." She simply shrugged. "Shame. But the mistletoe tradition can't be broken. Next time watch out for it if you are not with your partner." She finished with a mischievous smile tha

Shit. That sounded like hellish heaven. It was the game we’d played the night we mated, and it sounded like the perfect way to warm things up again now that we were finally allowed to touch. “Okay.” I nodded. “But if we’re playing the distraction game, you remember the rules. You win if you get me off, and I win if you don’t. Your turn will only be next if I don’t climax.” Merrick’s eyes gleamed. “What about the rule against sexual touches?”