Break The Rules By Charli Xcx Novels & Stories

Goddess, she feels amazing. Unable to stop myself, I thrust in and out of her at a languid pace. “Here’s the rules of tonight’s game. Charlie, you are going to suck Zak’s cock. Anytime that you move off of his cock, I’m going to increase the vibrations on one or all of your vibrators. If you stay on his cock until I cum, I’ll reward you with two cocks inside of you. If you don’t, I’m going to make you cum over and over again until you can’t speak anymore.”

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.”

when I can not sleep. But this feels like winning. This feels like a man in scrubs, in a hallway, in a hospital, bumping my shoulder, in the small, specific, very specific way that is the entire thing. I think: Discreet is going to be the hardest rule we have ever broken. I think: we are going to break it constantly. I think: I am going to be a person who breaks rules. I am going to be a person who breaks rules with this man.

Now that has my lips curling into a curious smirk. “I think I'll break rule three first.” I muse. Kade turns to me, his dark eyes glowing with irritation. “I didn't make those rules for you to break them, Adrian Locke,” he retorts, turning his eyes to the road. “Sheesh, so formal. Loosen up,” I playfully slap his arms and his nostrils flare up, his lips curling downwards with disapproval. “Rule four: You're not allowed to have physical contact with me.” He growls, tightening his fingers around the steering that they grow white.

Ava's voice trembled, "that marriage, to me, is a sacred and solemn promise. I only want to be married once in my life. To someone who loves me, respects me, and genuinely cares about me." When Jackson was about to say something, Ava gave him no opportunity. "I've already married the person I chose. Even if there may be no love between us, at least... Mr. Maverick respects me." Tears once again ran down Ava's cheeks. "Have you ever respected me, Jackson?" She picked up the documents, gripping them tightly before continuing. "If you have... when exactly did you do that?" Ava tore the documents into pieces without hesitation and threw the scraps directly into Jackson's face.

Chandra pulled Amara away. "Stop." "Don't try to rule me, Chandra!" "Then don't do anything against my rules! Or I will shut you up." The last line she just stated served as a tranquilizer to me- it made me freeze- stopping me to eat Amara. Into the thin air, I shouted, and I growled. The nearby wolves responded, including Amara. But Chandra didn't. One thing is for sure, she isn't part of our race, and this place is not werewolves' realm. Just the parallel of my world.

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

"No guy in his right mind would ever want someone like you as a girlfriend." My hands balled into tight fists, anger flaring up in my chest. "You really think I care about your opinion?" "Believe whatever you want." She stepped back toward the mirror, glancing at me with that same irritating smile. "Any guy would be lucky to have me. I'm pretty, wealthy, smart—" "And yet you can't follow a single simple rule," she cut me off coldly. "Who would ever want a reckless rule-breaker?" I bit my lip hard. "You're a rule-breaker too. In fact, you're a hundred times worse than I'll ever be," I spat back. I took a step toward her, matching her distance. "You're all talk."

Christian chuckled and said, “I guessed it was you who kicked me out. I wasn't wrong about you, kid!” Charlie smiled and said seriously, “Uncle, there are laws in the country and rules in the family. The first rule of the Rejuvenation Pill auction is that no one can take the pill away. You were indeed a bit impatient that day. I was just following the rules, so please don't blame me, Uncle.” Christian quickly said, “I have no intention of seeking retribution. I did indeed violate the auction rules at the time, so it’s my own fault that I was kicked out.”

Taylor continued, completely unfazed, “if you’re still hung up on Luke and need a distraction, just grab me and kiss me. I’ll take one for the team.” Charlie: “…” Her brain was spiraling, so she split herself into two imaginary voices: Charlie’s Guardian Angel: ‘No, Charlie! No!’ Charlie’s Inner Devil: ‘Yes, Charlie. Bring it on!’ “Oh! Fourth rule!” He grinned. “If you’re feeling sad, you kiss me.” Charlie, “…?” “Fifth rule! If you’re feeling happy, you kiss me.” Charlie, “???” “Sixth rule! If you’re feeling indifferent, you kiss me. And.” Taylor added, “If you’re just feeling horny and need an outlet, well… who else would you go to? Luke?” He pointed to himself with a smirk. “I am your man.