Novel & Cerita Books Like The Summer Of Broken Rules

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.

' Jessa groans frustratingly at her failure to forget what she heard back at Edmond's office. She has been recalling it ever since she left the building and now, she is on her bed still thinking about it. She has even tried to sleep but she just can't push the thoughts out her mind. She would have thought a great force is making the memories stuck so deep in her memories like a glue to a paper but hey, Jessa is never a person to believe in such supernatural things so she immediately dismisses it. She has been reading a lot of fantasy books, as well as supernatural books but she thinks they are all a creation of people.

I stood there shocked with my jaw hanging open, staring at the dead bodies that were impaled by Reid's ice. I knew he was strong, but it was that moment that I knew he was going to be the most powerful alpha there ever was. I knew he was destined for great things and I can't wait to see it. The end. **** Yes, the book is over, but the story is not. Aiden and Thaddeus, along with their children, their story continues in “A Broken Alpha” series. Noah and Michael, their story is just beginning. Their story continues throughout the series.

I much preferred being ignored than beaten. I knew I was smarter than the other boys. I had taught myself to read and write in three languages. I knew the history of our pack by heart. I was good at science and maths. Still all this did me no good as I was a lowborn and my delicate appearance did me no favours. I was shunned by the pretty girls I approached, they preferred the rough, aggressive boys who flirted with them. The boys didn't come near me unless they had to, even though some of them often looked at me in a way that made me uncomfortable and I knew they were curious about me.

No matter how many rules she had written… Damon DeLuca was going to break them.

Nothing else ever came close to the man who raised me after my mom married him, the one who taught me to drive, who stayed up late helping with college applications, who looked at me one summer when I came home from uni and suddenly couldn’t look away. It started small. Innocent things that weren’t innocent anymore once I turned 18, once I noticed how his eyes darkened when I wore shorts around the house, how he’d clear his throat and leave the room when I hugged him too long. How he’d linger in doorways watching me stretch after a run, sweat making my tank cling. We never spoke about it. We just… existed in the same space, breathing the same charged air. Last Christmas, when Mom was away ag

And I stood in a billionaire’s kitchen, with his coat still on the chair, and my wrist still warm where he’d touched me. Rule one: broken. Rule two: cracking. 90 days was going to feel like a lifetime. End