Under Her Rules Novels & Stories

Before we're transferred to the branch office, the headquarters holds a farewell party for everyone who's leaving. When it's time to take the group photo, I quietly make my way toward my secret girlfriend, Claire Brooks, hoping to get a picture with her that we can look back on someday. But just as I'm about to take my place beside her, Claire frowns and hurries over to stand to the left of my close friend, Charles Lawson. Seeing that, everyone else subtly shifts away from me, leaving me alone in the corner. I swallow my hurt and take the only spot left without saying a word. After that, we don't speak to each other again for the rest of the party, all in the name of maintaining profes

“What are the rules?” “Rule one: You sleep in my bed every night. No exceptions.” She nodded. “Rule two: You don’t wear underwear in the apartment. I want access whenever I want it.” Another nod. “Rule three: You do exactly what I say. No questions. No hesitation. If I tell you to get on your knees, you drop. If I tell you to open your mouth, you open it. If I tell you to spread your legs, you spread them wide.” Her heart hammered against her ribs. “And if I do all that?”

She would stare unflinchingly at her interlocutors, judging from the look in their eyes what she would say when she spent time with men. Her principles were clear. Even though she was surrounded by such a glittering world of money, alcohol and free living, Anne had strict rules. Listen to her voice, enjoy her body through her eyes, watch her dance with exciting movements, and if she's in a good mood, allow her just a glimpse of a kiss. The rest? She wouldn't share.

This was my Plan B. I told Tina, "The rules for being a slave are simple, but like the rules of chess the implications are not. The first rule is that you must obey my every command without hesitation. The second rule is that you must never wear underwear unless I specifically tell you to. The third rule is that you must never allow yourself to orgasm unless I give you permission. The fourth and last rule is that you must always refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. For the next two weeks you will follow these rules. All violations will be met with punishment." "I understand, Sir," Tina replied.

and tucked her hair behind her ears. Everywhere remained silent for a moment before she spoke again. "I called you all here to set her rules and regulations," she said and got up. " I won’t condone any form of disrespect from all of you." She spoke while walking before us with a stern look. "As you all can see, there is only one lady, and that is me. The other is just waiting for the cold hand of death to take her, and that would be really soon…."

Like she was the one under the burden that he was trying to cover up. "You don't have a choice. If you want me to follow the rules that you.. talked about.. I'll get some to choose from as well," she stated and he frowned slightly, knowing that was what would happen. "If you don't follow my rules, I won't follow yours and we'll just go along like we are. I'll probably talk to other men and go on dates, I'll start it from Nathan right now but I'll keep it all private and safe. So take your pick, rules or not."

The devil ran in hastily breathing hard as if she was chased by some group of soldiers. "Keep your sorry to yourself, Rule one?" I questioned her and she fumbled playing with her fingers, behaving so innocently. "Be consistent and Lateness shouldn't be an habit because I hate it so much, Those who do things earlier are set to achieve their goals before others"She mumbled and I kept a cold serious face. "You were able to even read it out without using any note so this should stick in your head, Rule number two?" I questioned and she breathed heavily stomping her foot on the ground but I didn't care neither did I give a damn.

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

“Please tell me you said something cool.” “I blinked,” I admit. “That tracks.” She leaned back in her chair, shaking her head. “I still can’t believe you’re in the middle of all this.” “I can,” I said quietly. Her expression softened. “You okay?” she asked. “Define okay.” “Well, are you able to function properly without spiraling.?” “Then yes.” She nodded slowly. “Good.” There was a brief pause, then she snapped her fingers. “Oh! Wait.” “What?” “I remembered something.”

She dropped onto a chair under the magnolia tree, dramatic as always, brushing crumbs off her skirt like they insulted her. I sat across from her. Hands on knees. Calm. Controlled. Totally pretending she didn’t get under my skin. “We need rules,” I said, tone flat but firm. “If I’m going to follow you everywhere, we need order. Clear lines. What you can and cannot do.” She rolled her eyes so hard I swear I heard a squeak. “Rules? Seriously? You’re my babysitter now?” I ignored the attitude. Barely. “Call it whatever you like. But you WILL follow them.”