روايات وقصص ضمن The Rules Of Mistletoe

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He was right there behind her, warmth emanating off him in sweet waves, heating her back. "Then I will leave you, but only if you allow me to honor tradition first. I've heard it is bad luck to ignore such things." His breath fanned her neck, sending shivers of anticipation through her. Who would have thought the word tradition could be so seductive? Horatia whirled around to face him, her nose brushing his as she hadn't realized how close he was. "Tradition?" she asked. Lucien's eyes flicked up to something over their heads. A sprig of mistletoe, pinned to the wood above the large window.

He cupped my face, his touch gentle yet possessive, and then—he kissed me. It wasn’t hurried or frantic. It was slow, deliberate like he was sealing something between us. The moment our lips met, a strange warmth coiled around us, wrapping us in an unseen force. The mistletoe above glowed softly, its light enveloping us like a blessing. The crowd, the creatures, the mistletoe-laden forest—it all vanished in a blink, and we’re now walking to another point. I pulled back, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. “Where have you been? Do you have any idea how terrified I was when you weren’t there?”

Professor Marwood steepled his fingers again, and when he spoke, his voice took on that familiar tone—half lecture, half judgment. “For breaking the rules of the Moonlit Ball,” he said, slowly, as though listing charges in a court. “Three, in particular.” I said nothing. My mouth had gone dry. “One: you abandoned your assigned partner, Callum Thorne, without formal dismissal. This is a direct violation of Section Three, Subsection Four of the Hierarchal Etiquette Pact—partner obligations during ceremonial rites.” My heart was beginning to pound. “Two: you danced with an unassigned partner—Atlas Blackwood—without oversight, without prior approval, and without bloodline parity. This is in brea

Heath then pointed at the dead three-headed wolf on the ground and said, “Since we’re all team members now, you’ll need to know some ground rules. Everyone is here to get their hands on some good items. Although we came here not long ago, we have already discovered some spirited grass and spirited herb and killed some monster beasts. “All of these are good stuff. It was hard to equally divide the goods when there were four of us, so I made a small rule. When it comes to spirited grass and spirited herb, whoever saw it first has the claim to it. When it comes to monster beasts, the most valuable item will go to the one who made the most attack or gave the fatal blow. As for other things, we’l

“If you want me to accept you as my stepsister, then there’s only one thing you need to do.” I looked at him carefully while he was looking at me as well. I wonder if he’s being sincere with his conditions. I don’t seem to trust him anymore after the way he lied and pretended that we’re fine with each other. “What is it?” I asked. “You need to follow all my rules,” he replied. “And how many rules do you have?” He stopped poking my head before showing me his five fingers. “Rule 5: Stay away from my personal businesses…” “Whoa… who gives a set of rules counting backward?” I commented.

“What is it for?” “You don’t know the legend of the mistletoe?” Corey asked, surprised. Serendipity shook her head, so he began to explain. “Well, it’s tradition, in some parts, I suppose, that… when a couple stands beneath the mistletoe… the gentleman is supposed to kiss the lady. That’s all.” “Oh,” she repeated herself, this time her tone completely different.

She said handing us a piece of paper with the rules. Utopia Rules #1 No use of ANY magic nor VIOLENCE on peers #2 No sneaking out after curfew #3 Small animals ONLY(no larger than a cat) #4 No attacking humans #5 No Biting #6 No experimenting on peers(Only if allowed with an instructor.) #7 No flying upon 200ft #8 No Broomstick flying above 100 ft

A weird little community ritual. Instead, it felt like stepping into a battlefield, with Maya as commander, her rainbow crew as loyal lieutenants, and me standing like a rookie who didn’t even know the rules. And the worst part? Somehow, some way, I knew this wasn’t going to stay “yearly, secret, pointless.” It was going to get personal. Nia clapped again, bright and cheerful. “Alright, everyone, wrap it up. Soon we shall lie the candles and read out the anonymous message written on each paper, remember it's for fun and nothing should be used against anybody, secrets stay secrets”

Amidst the revelry, the strains of joyous carols mingled with the soft laughter of children, weaving a tapestry of holiday magic that enveloped the city in a luminous embrace. As the night unfolded, a hush descended upon both Maria and Asmo, their thoughts converging on a shared moment of longing and unspoken yearning. Beneath the verdant boughs of mistletoe, their hearts intertwined across the vast expanse that separated them, drawn together by the ineffable pull of the holiday spirit. The soft glow of candlelight bathed their surroundings in a warm, golden hue, casting a tender glow upon the whispered wishes that unfurled into the night.