Books Like The Summer Of Broken Rules Novels & Stories

She walked to her drafting table and spread out a fresh sheet of paper. Her hand hovered above it. For weeks, Eclipse Royale had consumed her. Now it felt contaminated. Not because it lacked brilliance — but because it carried betrayal in its shadow. If she was going to rebuild, she could not cling to what had been stolen. She needed something new. Not evolution. Reinvention. She picked up her pencil. The first line she drew was not careful. It was sharp. Deliberate. A break in symmetry. A refusal of expectation. She paused.

"Shut up man. Dad told me to get rid of it, so I did" "Is the person who bought it here to pick it up?" "Not yet. I told them to wait until Lexi was out of the house." "Cancel the order if you want to see another day. I gotta go" Ray turned heading to the front door. "You only gave me two rules. I need more man. Where are you going anyway?" "I gave you two important rules Jay. And I'm going to break someone's face. See you later" he rushed out before Jayden asked from more pointers. Finally he had a valid reason to break that moron's face. And he was going to enjoy it. *****************************************

I leaned against it. The next thing I knew, I lost my balance. I fell straight into his office. My eyes widened. I immediately looked up. Damien was standing there. Before I could say a word, his voice thundered through the room. “What are you doing here?” I froze. He took a step toward me. “Didn’t I tell you this place is out of bounds for you?” I swallowed hard. I had broken another rule. Again. I slowly got to my feet. My eyes moved over him for a second before I looked away.

He grumbles, running a hand through his already messy hair. "You will do as I say, Summer. Stay clear, and I will let you see another sunrise. "I don't promise that, but I will try not to kill you till you get your butt back to your parents' house. Do you understand me?" I swallow, nodding my head like I do. But I know fully well I don't play by the rules. He doesn't know the real version of Summer that I hide. "Very well. Then the last one. "Rule number five: I don't want people I don't know in my house. If you want to see them, take it outside my hotel. And if you get lost, you're on your own.

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

this was the plan all along. And Steven? The guy who swore he'd love her forever? Where did he fit into that lie? Her chest ached. She and Steven had been inseparable since they were kids. Everyone said they were endgame. At eight, she fell out of a tree. He jumped under her, broke his arm, and still grinned through the pain. At twelve, she got her first period and ruined her skirt. He noticed and panicked, though he had long known what this was all about.

My stepfather. My age mate. My mother’s brand-new husband. And the only thing I could think of as his hand slowly reluctantly left my throat and he stepped back with that wicked promising smirk was how badly I already wanted him to break every rule that we had almost broken. My body was reacting in a way. I felt it between my legs. My lips felt funny too.. I knew, deep down, that this was only the start of something that was going to be very bad for me but also very exciting.

She thought maybe she could see some things that could break the bond. She walked to the shelves and searched around for any books that involved werewolves. She picked up a book from the shelf. The book had a picture of a black wolf in front of the title. "Werewolves rule." She remembered that she had seen the book before. The book was for anyone who had just transformed for the first time. It was for the new wolves to know and follow certain rules. "Maybe it might have something to do with how to break it." She said , flipping the book. It was a book with a lot of tiny writing. She flipped it for some time, until she got bored. She was about to drop it when something caught her attention.

He sat through the first, raw minutes of her grief without intrusion, understanding from the long, dark history of his own silent room that sometimes the most necessary thing you can offer a broken person is the absolute permission to be entirely inside their ruin before anyone attempts to pull them out of it. As he sat there, the sensory details of the courtyard seemed to sharpen with painful clarity. He could smell the faint scent of lavender soap on her skin, cut through by the sharp chemical odor of the institutional floor wax that had clung to her clothes from the administration building. A short, unbidden memory flashed through his mind—a memory of Summer from their sophomore year, sta

“How’s the pain?” “I’ll live.” I grunted as I picked up the books she had dropped to distract myself from the pain of her checking over my injuries. “I found those on Stephanie’s bookshelf.” She chuckled. “Thought you could use something to keep you busy. I picked that one because the author has my name.” I looked more closely at the books she had brought, chuckling when I saw that one was titled ‘The Rogue Queen’ by Rory McCauley-Hayman. I waved the second book titled ‘Breaking The Bond’, in the air.