Three Simple Rules Nikki Sloane Novels & Stories

“Stand in front of the chair.” She hesitated, then stepped into position. Adrian leaned against the wall near the mirror. “Rule one: when we tell you to do something, you do it immediately. No hesitation, no questions, unless we invite them.” Kai moved closer, standing just behind her shoulder. “Rule two: when we address you, you look at us. Always.” Rhett’s tone was calm but final. “Rule three: you don’t decide who gets your attention. We do.” She could feel her pulse in her throat. “And if I don’t follow these rules?”

And HE don't know why, but HE wantS to see her smile that beautiful smile of hers again… "Rules?" "Yeah, I'VE got three rules for you.". One, when we are in public, you do what I tell you and don't talk back to me with any attitude." She shoots HIM a glare. "Two, you act like you can't keep your paws from me." Her jaw goes slightly agape. "And three, you let anyone else touch you, I shoot a hole right through their damn head." And she snorts. Seriously snorts. "Aww, come on, Carmine needs to think that you're special to ME. This is not how it usually goes down, so there are going to be questions. So, making HIM think we're irrevocably in love will only occur if we make it look real. The rest

We both know she’ll get nothing. “I thought she’s just your nanny.” Sloane states as she rises up to her feet. “I mean, I saw her on the blogs when she went to your launch, but I thought you only took her because of the kid. You’re going to stop fucking me because of that little girl?” I say nothing, just continue to sit there and grind my teeth. Sloane continues after a scoff. “What does she know about taking dick? We both know you like women who know what they’re doing. You’ll get bored of her. Plus, she looks too innocent for your bs, you shouldn’t string a girl like that along.”

The lights were red, and the music had a strong bass. I sat in a booth, watching Sloane. She was stunning, she wore a black leather bustier and pants that looked painted on. She flipped a butterfly knife open and closed with one hand, looking bored. "You know," I called out over the music, "most girls like flowers or chocolate but you bring a knife to a club." Sloane snapped the knife shut.. "I like being prepared, Rinaldi," she said, taking a sip of her whiskey neat. "And flowers die. Steel lasts forever."

he said, looking at me. "I lost my temper in the car and hurt you without asking you if you liked it; I want us to have an agreement." I nodded. That's what he meant. Xander began writing fluently on the paper as if he'd already thought about whatever he was writing. After a few minutes, he handed me the paper, and the title alone was promising. Rules to be a good secretary: 1. You will never wear stockings and always come to the office in a gown. 2. You will not touch yourself if I am not there, you will give me a call and I will see you, by call or in person

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

“Third rule, no fighting, no killing, no maiming, no pranks on people, no breaking up relationships, no illegal business, no stealing, no smoking, and most importantly, for every good deal, get your money in cash or kind.” “Really? I said that last rule.” I shook my head at Nora. “You give the rules, but interpretation is within my rights, and you have no right to meddle in that.” Nora argued, her stance firm. “Suit yourself.” "Nain." “No skipping breakfast, lunch, and dinner and no acting or modeling if I am not in the top ten in class.” “Nika,” "Talking." “Okay, we all have that settled. Why don't we go take a look at your classes? I had barely just finished speaking when a heavy scent inf

Not before I feel goosebumps by my neck. "But since we're all in here, I'd like to discuss the rules and duties you have as a royal consort. I don't want to burst your bubble but I don't believe in the system the academe or the past Alphas have used. I made my own," Silas proclaimed, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "For the time that you are here, this will be your home. Your physical features don't really matter to me, you can eat anything you want, you can cut your hair, and you can even put colors on your nails. I don't care."

I smiled and walked straight past the nurse as I started concocting a new plan in my head. There will be three simple rules to follow if I need to get laid, a man needs release afterall. Rule 1- it will only last one night, no names would be exchanged, and no phone numbers either. Rule 2- No elongated flings or sleep overs, it seems to complicate things. Following these rules ensures it will be a one-time thing, and the woman won't go as far as falling in love with me after. That means no fucking the pretty nurses at the hospital where I worked. Feeling the tiniest bit more in control, I rolled my shoulders and checked my watch. Still two more hours until my twelve-hour shift ended.