Breaking The Cardinal Rule Novels & Stories

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.

"What happened next? Tell me, Search. I need to know." She remained silent for a while before continuing. "Some of them fell in love with each other. That's when the explosion in their story began which symbolized the intense war they had to go through. And life would not make that easy. Cardinal fell from a different girl while Anrietta remained loving him. And the others who didn't want a commitment to break their very own rule: not to fall in love.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish taken out of water. Then, because my pride had apparently decided tonight was the perfect time to ruin me, I walked inside. He shut the door behind us. The click sounded final. A little too final. I tried not to think about that. “This is still a violation of Rule One,” I muttered, setting the flashlight on the dresser. Dominic loosened his cuffs and looked at me. “You made the rule.” “And you are breaking it.” “You walked in here.” “That was under duress.” “No,” he said, dry as ever. “That was under fear.”

I pointed out. He nodded. "The day I saw you was the first day I left the packhouse." I blinked at his revelation. No wonder his mother thought I was his mate the first time she saw me. Ambrose let out a heavy breath. "Third and last rule, I can break your rules if necessary. This rule, in particular, is unmodifiable, unchangeable and noneditable." I dropped the pen I was holding. I couldn't believe he made a rule like that! I stared at him, shocked to my wits because I have never expected someone to be this wise annoyingly wise! "That can't be!"

he exclaimed tugging on miras shirt till she finally woke from her fantasy. “What?” “This” “Oh no this is not good” “What is not good?” Ava asked moving closer. “There's a red card on you… it's” she paused. “ This is not just good” “Can you just tell me” Ava said confused. “Well” Zach interrupted “it's the night of the festival and each night of the festival starts with a newbie being kind of tortured with mind games hosted by the number 1 himself”. “Sooo..” “Yes you've been chosen for this nights mind games” Mira said “anyone one who dares messes with kael raven Croft doesn't always stay normal to tell the tale, Ava those mind games are traumatizing his going to use your fear against you an

Professor Marwood steepled his fingers again, and when he spoke, his voice took on that familiar tone—half lecture, half judgment. “For breaking the rules of the Moonlit Ball,” he said, slowly, as though listing charges in a court. “Three, in particular.” I said nothing. My mouth had gone dry. “One: you abandoned your assigned partner, Callum Thorne, without formal dismissal. This is a direct violation of Section Three, Subsection Four of the Hierarchal Etiquette Pact—partner obligations during ceremonial rites.” My heart was beginning to pound. “Two: you danced with an unassigned partner—Atlas Blackwood—without oversight, without prior approval, and without bloodline parity. This is in brea

But nothing happens, and no words exist. Groaning, Sebastian grabs my arm and pulls me out of the bar and away from the spectacle. I don’t talk at first, embarrassed that Sebastian had to come to my rescue tonight. But something comes to mind as I look back on the card game. “Was that last card going to be a King, too?” Sebastian doesn’t look at me. “Yes. Not everyone follows the rules that others respect. Some use the universe to their advantage.” I fall silent, my mind swimming with a collection of thoughts that I can’t control.

"Yeah. A rule that intrudes people's personal life is the same as stupid. What are you? God? If you were God, everyone would probably turn to pancakes for the tiniest sins they commit." "Serene." He clenched his teeth. The way he seemed angry, felt so much like he was going to hit me soon. "Before you began working here, the rules were intact. But, you decided to break the rules, yet you don't feel remorseful. Do you know how crazy that is? And how unprofessional it is?"

Completely. “Always.” Noah tilted his head. “But where are you going?” Damian’s eyes filled. And I had never seen him like that before. Never. “I’ll come back,” he lied gently. And I knew it was a lie. But Noah didn’t. “Promise?” he asked. Damian hesitated. Just a second too long. Then he whispered: “Promise.” My chest tore open. Because I knew— that promise was already broken. The officers pulled him away.

He reached out, his long finger lightly tapping against the center of the third page. "Rule Number Four: No deliberate sabotage. Neither of us is permitted to intentionally damage the other's reputation, business, or personal standing. Furthermore, neither party is allowed to publicly reject or disavow this relationship while the agreement remains active. You cannot run to the press declaring a separation six months from now because you find my home too quiet or my schedule too demanding." "And if I break one of these rules?" I asked, looking up to meet his intense gaze. "If I trip over my words in front of a reporter, or if I panic and want out?"