Three Month Rule Novels & Stories

He was so alluring that it was hard to breathe. Caroline snapped back to reality and brushed strands of her hair back awkwardly, covering her blushing face. Kirk watched as she tried to hide her face and smiled. "Do you still remember our three rules?" "I do." As Kirk watched, Caroline said, "The marriage will last three years. We cannot involve our private matters in our marriage. And last, we cannot fall in love with each other. We will end this marriage immediately if we find true love within these three years."

She cleared her throat and said, “In the first three months of pregnancy, it’s not allowed. And when it’s later in the pregnancy, it’s not safe either.” “Three months? Really?” Annabelle smiled wryly. “You made it through thirty years, and you can’t wait three months?”

, she says. “Next rule, no more fighting between the two of you. The my dick is bigger than yours contest is over”. I want to laugh because that is clearly a silent war between all men interested in the same woman! We look at each other quickly before turning back to her and nodding in agreement. “Finally, this is supposed to be a genuine dating experience so that I can determine what each of you is really about. So, I expect that we will actually go out on dates. This process will end in ninety days when you’re both supposed to move back out of my house. Okay”? My goal… Get her to pick me, and move right from Amory’s guest room to Amory’s bedroom! “Why are you doing this really, mi Amor?” (

I remain standing, arms folded. He finally lifts his gaze. Gray, arctic, unreadable. “I said sit.” I pull out the stool, perch on the very edge, spine ruler-straight. He sets the tablet down with deliberate care. “Rules,” he begins, voice clipped and expensive. “One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days from the courthouse stamp. Day three hundred and sixty-six you vanish with the money and I never hear your name again.” He ticks points off on long fingers like he’s closing a hostile takeover.

" What? Rules? "You're going to leave right now." She continued, heading for the door. "I'm not interested in being with you tonight. But if you show up again, it'll be because I called for you. When I call, you come. If I don't call, I don't want you outside my door, in my yard or ringing my door bell. You only come here when I call for you and it'll be just sex. Sex and sex. Until our 3 months probation is up. What do you say?" W-what?

Hallie let them. Then she asked the six people in front of her, “Would three days give you enough time to decide without pretending you have forever?” The first person who had spoken considered it. “Yes.” Another nodded. That mattered more than either faction saving face over the number. Hallie turned back. “Three days. Anyone leaving peacefully during that window can travel toward Cedar Draw without being pursued for factional support alone. After that, ordinary movement rules return. Retaliation for political support is still prohibited.”

If he thinks we are coming over for my friend to take that title then they must be jokers! “Well, well. I see you boys have been digging deep, yeah? Well, there used to be a rule like that, but not anymore” I gasped and staggered a bit. Why on earth? I am sure he is lying! He is trying to scare me. “The only rule that is still working right now is the one that allows the current title holder to pass dosm the title to someone else after a month of being in that position” One month!!! Axell will never agree to stay there for that long.

"We make new rules. Concrete ones. Like—you can stay over three nights a week max. You ask before coming over, not just show up. We both keep our own spaces genuinely separate." "Three nights feels arbitrary." "It is arbitrary. But I need a number. Otherwise three becomes four becomes seven and suddenly I don't have my own space anymore." Damien runs his hand through his hair—his stress tell. "Okay. Three nights. But Elena, can I be honest about something?" "Please."

I should have taken Laura’s warnings more seriously. Anderson still wouldn’t listen, and the gears in my mind began to spin as his statement struck me with a new idea. “From now on, I’m establishing a three-step rule.” I proclaimed, and this got his attention. He whips his head to me, his brows wrinkling as he shoots me a questioning look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, and I answered him by taking three steps back, mentally evaluating the distance. “It means you’re not allowed to go further than a three-step distance from me. At all times.” I add firmly, and Anderson lets out a breathy chuckle that vividly expresses his annoyance.

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.”