Breaking The Cardinal Rule Novels & Stories

Commanding her. And when she touched herself—just once, just to make it stop—he sent another message. Unknown Number: “That’s two rules broken now, sweetheart.” “Number Two was simple: Obey Without Question.” Her pulse stopped. He wasn’t supposed to know. She looked around her empty apartment like he might be hiding in the shadows. The red card on her nightstand caught the light. She grabbed it. Turned it over. This time, words had appeared—written in the same sharp script as before.

It was possession wearing the shape of love. Adrian stepped back a little, exhaling slowly as if reining himself in. “You’re trembling again.” Theo forced a weak smile. “Maybe I’m cold.” “No,” Adrian said quietly. “You’re waiting.” He lifted a hand, brushing the damp fabric of Theo’s shirt where it clung to his chest. “Lesson three,” Adrian murmured. “When you break a rule, I remind you who made it.” Theo whispered, “And who made this one?”

"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.

“I didn’t mean to… I just wanted to leave.” Theo’s laughter was low, almost mocking. “You still don’t get it, do you? You can apologize all you want, but it won’t change anything. You broke the rules, and now you’ll face the consequences.” His eyes darkened as he stepped back, his gaze scanning me with an almost clinical detachment. “New rule,” he said, as if rehearsing a list. “No defiance. The moment you try to resist me, you’ll learn just how serious I am.”

"No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office." "Agreed." "And if this starts affecting my job or your relationship with Anthony, we stop." I do not like that rule, but I understand it. "Agreed." "And Richard? I won't be your dirty secret. If this becomes something real, something serious, eventually we go public. I won't hide forever." "Deal." She smiles, and it transforms her entire face. "Then we have an agreement, Mister Westwood." I pull her against me, feeling her body melt into mine. "We do, Miss Hart."

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.

Myles Voss opening up about his feelings in a romantic way was really nothing short of horrifying, and to think that I was at the center of it all…. “But… but the contract,” I argued. “We had a plan. We had an arrangement. The rule, the number one rule, was not to get attached. You're breaking your own rule!” “Damn the rules!” Myles growled. “I made them, I can break them. That's what rules are for. They're meant to be broken.” “And you're not gonna check with me on that one?” I asked with raised brows. “I signed the contract, too, remember? What if that's not what I want?”

I have just one rule, Jasmine. Right here and now, I froze on the soot, a bit anxious about what his rules might be. "A golden rule, that you must NEVER break.”

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

I could still smell magic floating around in the air—faint, but there. Tobren had violated the one rule we all lived by—don’t mess with forbidden power. He broke that rule in my home. He wanted a war? He just fucking got one.