Novel & Cerita Books Like The Summer Of Broken Rules

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

would come along and be the last straw to separate her and Jasper. She remembered what Ace told her. She remembered his words very well. Ace said that a broken marriage was just like a cracked mirror. No matter how we try to fix it, the crack would always be there. Bang! Summer got out of the car and slammed the door. She then started walking by the roadside all by herself. She wanted to be alone for a while. She needed to think about where she went wrong. ‘Am I the reason why we’re like this? Is it because I’m too sensitive, causing both of us to be in this state?’

I stopped in mid-track for a while but soon started to run behind her and in the process collided with someone, “I am sorry,” I said and helped the man I have collided with. His books had fallen down and as I was helping him he had a book named,” Rules are not meant to be broken.” He grabbed the book from me instantly and went away. He was going in the same direction that the old lady had gone. “Anvi, stop.” Bhaiya was calling me but something in me was telling me to follow that lady. The lady had crossed the road. She turned around and smiled at me. As I was crossing the road a kid passed by me but before reaching to another side he said: “Rules are not meant to be broken.”

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

There was even a time when they both had multiple girlfriends. Regardless of whether it’s a freshman, sophomore, junior or senior, no one can go past them. That’s why they’re the most popular among the varsities. Lyken was a known heartbreaker in a way that he could break up with the girl even if they’d only been together for a day. Once he sees a flaw, you’re out. That’s how notorious he was. When it comes to him, you have to be perfect or, at least, you have to know how to hide your flaws perfectly to last at least a day with him.

Only one messaged from him and all my worries would be gone. “I hope he won’t get mad.” I whispered while staring the table out from the garden. Until now I couldn’t believe that our house was still the same. I thought Demir would let Laura lived here and changed everything. As I was about to stand the frame suddenly fell on the ground. My heart skipped in surprise to hear the loud bang and the broken pieces of glasses scattered on the ground. I was about to pick one of the broken glasses but it pinned on my fingers and so as my phone suddenly vibrated.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, the woman who drafted every rule in this underworld. Yet Drake Leon, the man I held close for a decade, was now defying them all. The Godfather’s winter banquet was the most exclusive event in New York’s underworld. Anyone seated at the main table held the power of life and death over half the city, and the seat to the right of the head chair—the one that should have been mine—was now occupied by a girl in an out-of-place white dress.