Three Month Rule Novels & Stories

“That means no touching unless absolutely necessary for appearances.” One of Damien’s brows lifted, and amusement flickered across his face. “You make it sound like I’m already planning to seduce you, Sunshine.” She ignored the nickname, keeping her expression impassive. “Rule three: This ends exactly after a year. No extensions, no loopholes, no complications.” His smirk widened slightly, but something in his gaze turned calculating. He studied her for a beat before nodding. “I can agree to those terms. You’re making this easier than I expected.”

When another minute passed with no answer, I spoke up once more. “Steven, I know it may seem like a long time, but it’s just three months. Consider it a brief opportunity to see where things can go. Compared to three years, it’s a mere blip on the radar. And after those three months, whatever the outcome may be, I’ll accept it and move on.”

"Rule one: You must never lie to me or keep secrets. Incidentally, I hate liars even more than I traitors. It will serve you well to keep that in mind. Rule two: You will not leave the palace without my permission. Rule three: Over the next five months, you will not cross paths with me when I don't call you. That's it for now." “I don't understand the rule three. What does it mean?” I asked, with tears threatening to fall. "What's so difficult to understand?" he asked.” I have important tasks to do during the day. I can't cater to your needs every hour." Alpha raised his voice a bit. "I know." I folded my arms. "I am not stupid. I agree that talking to me is a waste of time for you." "What?"

“Why did you hesitate, Mrs. Mancini? Rethinking your choice? Perhaps, getting cold feet? Afraid of discovering what you like? Afraid of your own kinks?” Oh, fuck. My thighs press together as a needy throb pulses through me. “No,” I breathe. “Just tell me the last rule.” He goes quiet long enough for tension to coil in my stomach. For a moment, I wonder if he’s testing whether I’m lying or afraid. Then he finally speaks again. “Rule Number Three,” he murmurs. “If you ever cross the line… and by that, I mean catching feelings… you must tell me immediately. I will end the contract without delay.”

of sort during my time here. I can still salvage this mess I created, all I have to do is follow the rules and I can get my career back on track. Maybe all isn't lost after all and a feeling of hope begins to form in my chest. I spare a quick glance at the list , I'll read it later but right now I'm willing to do what it takes if they agree to keep me on. I need to do these three months and then everything I worked for will fall in to place. I can kiss ass and act like a sober nun for three months if that's what they want, a piece of cake.

I knew then… I'd been right. The monster's second death condition: Fail to escape within three hours, and you die automatically. I let out a brittle, almost manic laugh as I carved the bloody rule into my arm, and a stray thought crept in. The monsters seem to have a fondness for the number three. Three requests. Three hours. Could there be… a third death condition? My gaze swept over the densely packed words scarring my skin, and all at once, the truth clicked into place. The monster was required to tell its victim its core rules.

July doesn't know what the rules are at company N work to but if he agrees then it feels like whatever terms July can put forward, the boss will say yes as long as the client pays the right amount of money. “So I want to make a contract with you to be a married couple for 3 months." July deliberately ordered a drink that levels of alcohol is low, because they both can not get drunk. Their initial intentions can be mixed or even deviated if they get drunk and talk under the influence of alcohol. “For 3 months?” N obviously surprised to hear the offer. Record of his service at job when a client uses his services during whole time never more than two days for one request. But now comes an offer

No, I wasn't satisfied with just that one time. The truth is, that time was the opening door to all the others, even though my husband didn't want to vary positions too much. Until the seventh month, we only used the pregnancy pillow, but after that, my belly grew bigger, and the position became uncomfortable for me. So, we tried other positions, but we engaged in each one at different times – it may sound strange, but let me explain. In my eighth month of pregnancy, I practically created the "Rule of Three" with my husband.

he grunted and scrunched his face as he mentioned kids. "Were you prepared for all this before? If you are, where is the contract document?" I asked. "There is no need for a contract. My rules are 1) You must not meet up with your ex both publicly and privately. I do not want to know how long you guys have been. 2) You are mine until the next four months. The third one would be delayed." he elucidated and went mute. "You won't ask for my rules?" I scoffed in disbelief.

It was only from him that I found out about their three month rule in each department. I thought that only applied to break ups. Even at work, you can. Three months. Does that mean I will only be with him for three months? Then, I haven't even confirmed if he's really the one I'm looking for. Or maybe.... it's really him and he's just pretending? That he doesn't know me? That he doesn't remember me? "Three months is all we got.... try not to fall in love...." I shook my head and checked the song I created. I'm done with the lyrics and I'm only going to compose the instrumental.