Break Rules Charli Xcx Novels & Stories

Celia glared at him, “That’s unfair and whether you agree or not, I’m going in.” She looked around for the opening and when she found it, she walked in its direction. Xavier followed her, grabbing her hand before she stepped through. “Alright, you can go in, but you have to promise to call me Kaheel and you’re not fighting Alex, he’ll beat you up. The rules are simple, don’t fight dirty, nothing too intense, avoid vital areas if you can and if you attack those areas, no blood should be drawn, don’t f*cking bite down, especially on the neck.” “Then I promise.”

A man of routines, discipline, and quiet restraint. And somehow, I had managed to corrupt him with it. “First rule,” he said calmly, stepping closer, “no arguing.” I swallowed. “Yes, husband.” “Second…” His fingers slipped beneath my chin, tilting my face upward until I was forced to look directly at him. “You do exactly what I say.” The low firmness in his voice sent warmth curling embarrassingly through my stomach. “Yes, husband,” I repeated softer this time. “Good girl.” The praise hit me harder than it should have.

" There was an unwritten rule surrounding the Supreme Court. If someone survived it, every viewer who had insulted that person through the live stream would suffer ten times the backlash. No one had ever confirmed whether this was true, because no one had ever survived. However, I intended to be the first. Anyone who had insulted me would have to accept the consequences. After all, kind words led to kindness in return, and malice always came back around. I caught the flicker of guilt in Landon's and Yvette's eyes. Before the session even officially began, Landon was already urging Yvette to sacrifice herself. The live stream erupted with disdain. The comments scrolled faster and faster.

I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "I'm sorry, but this year… I might not be able to make it to the family reunion, because..." "That's unacceptable, Catrina," she snapped, cutting me off. "Luca's brother managed to fly in from Italy with business on his plate. There's no excuse." Then she hung up. Just like that. Cold. Dismissive. Exactly like her son. I stared at my phone for a moment, then shoved the ring, worth a cool million dollars, into my pocket. I was done being ruined in silence. If I was leaving, I was taking something with me. I wanted to leave with my daughter.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

I didn't get recovered right away and Brandon hit me with punches and kicks one after the other. In all the close combat contests I participated in, I always won. No matter how big the opponents are, I still manage to win. But in my current situation, with the opponent I'm facing now, it looks like this is my first defeat. My unbreakable record will finally get broken. I didn't try to fight back because based on Brandon's attacking pace, it's impossible to gain a footing again. I just accepted his attacks while listening to the screams of the students. Brandon is really merciless. The bastard even made me a punching bag.

I suddenly laughed out loud, just as my calf was about to be slammed into the railing by him. In one swift motion, I jerked away from his grip. “Worthless.” The pain from my sprained ankle took my breath away, but I seized the moment before Alec could react. Grabbing his hair, I slammed his head hard into the railing. “Scum. You want to hurt me again? Dream on!” His head crashed against the iron bars with a resounding thud. His forehead hit a sharp corner, and blood immediately started pouring out. It trickled down his cheek, dripping onto his clothes.

It was stupid but we’d been rolling the dies for hours and each of us had accrued some debt. Normally, it would make more sense if we had to pay the person who made the sixes but Thea had made up the rules and thought it’d be more fun. Charlie on the other hand had forgotten the rules of the game because she was so f*cking wasted. “Oh My God. My tummy hurts.” My temples were wet with tears. Everything felt right again. “Since I’m the only one who isn’t drunk right now, I’ll calculate our debts.” I picked up the board where I’d recorded everything.

That is what a smart person does. "Rule number one," I told the tea. "You are Senna. You are not Maren. Maren is dead." "Rule number two," I said. "You must be the best healer they ever had. If you are good, they will never look at you and see a ghost." "Rule number three," I said. "Keep your face still. Do not let the rage come out of your eyes."