Romans & histoires Books Like The Summer Of Broken Rules

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ Dear Awesome Readers, You made it to the end and I am so grateful you stayed with me. From the frozen lake to the Stanley Cup, from hatred to forever, you walked every step of this journey with Sebastian and Julian. Every hit, every tear, every whispered promise. Thank you so much for sticking with us till now. I truly appreciate you all big time. ❄️🏒 This story lived in my heart for a long time before it reached yours. The boy who forgot. The boy who waited. The seven years of silence that finally broke into something worth fighting for. Knowing that you felt it too means everything to me.

Cute. Maxwell stole a glance at me, that annoying lazy grin I’d always wanted to wipe off, still on his face. He turned back to Ethan and spoke. “But she’s a girl. It would be a bit unfair you know.” “I don't need anyone’s pity. I’ll compete.” Glaring at Maxwell for trying to discriminate me making him raise his arms in mock surrender. “Sorry. Was looking out for you.” I huffed, let go of the Unicorn, and turned to Ethan, who always sat back and watched me go back and forth with Maxwell. “Any rules?”

Chapter 10 • ADRIAN POV It been hours since, after she had left. I stayed where I was. Not a single step toward the door. Just my thoughts and the distant sound of the city sprawling beneath me. lights blinking from below like distant stars. Cars weaved, people moving, lives unaware of the games played above them. From my office balcony, I could see it all… the city I once ruled in shadow. The domain I once thought was untouchable, now… threatened. Not by another rival…

In the past, whenever Sarah went back to her parents' home, I'd show up at their door with gifts within two days. This time, five whole days had passed without a word from me. The Sheldon house was spacious enough for Peter, Lucy, and Sarah's brother's family. But with Sarah and Ethan there too, it must be cramped. Besides, in Peter and Lucy's minds, they have always preferred her brother to her. It was fine to help out, but they wouldn't want her freeloading for long. [Damien, are you very busy with work lately? Why aren't you coming home?]

“I don't have to remind you to stay close to me, do I?” She shook her head. “You don't need rules, right? Rules are for disobedient girls. You’re my girl. And you’re obedient, aren't you?” She nodded. “Words, Summer,” I nearly snapped. “I need to hear you say it.” “I don’t need rules,” she started. “I’m your girl… your obedient girl.”

I searched the backpack that I was carrying, knowing that at the end of the semester, I had to return the books from the library that I had borrowed. So far, I had borrowed just three books. One was a science book that was supposed to help me with practicals, the other was a novel, and the last was a history textbook. Putting the duffel bag in the locker, I decided to go to the library, return the books and then call my driver to pick me up.

And underneath, a question: Do you want the man who makes the rules or the one who breaks them? I stared at it for hours. Then I did something I swore I wouldn’t. I wrote a rule of my own. RULE 9: You’ll both come to my room tonight. But only one of you will be allowed to touch me. The other must watch. And I slid it under both their doors. Now I wait. Naked. Plugged. Blindfolded. One will come first. The other will arrive later. But only one of them will win. “In a house with too many secrets, the final rule is the one that breaks you.”

The Summer Intern Intro; Fionn is a ruthless CEO who has one simple rule: no sleeping with interns. But when Thea, a confident and irresistible intern, dares to break the office rules, she finds herself alone in Fionn’s office after hours, bent over his desk. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and despite his ironclad control, Fionn can’t resist her any longer.

"There are rules. If you break them, there are consequences. It makes sense." "Rules are meant to be broken by the people who have the power to rewrite them," Silas countered. He reached across the table, his fingers tracing the rim of my glass. "Don't tell me you've never wanted to do something just because it felt good, even if the rules said no?" I thought of the man in the bar. I thought of the way I’d let a stranger bite me. I thought of the way my body ached when Professor Blackwood looked at me.