Breaking The Cardinal Rule Novels & Stories

"We can't let an omega like you have this kind of card; it's not for your class." Leo nodded in agreement. "Yes, we have to break it. We can't trust you to use it." My eyes widened in horror. "You can't do that!" I exclaimed. "This card will save Jolie's son. If you break it, you'll be killing him." Cara and Leo shrugged. "That's not our problem," Cara said. "Our problem is keeping this card out of your hands. And we're going to solve that problem right now." With that, Cara raised her hand, ready to strike the card and shatter it. I knew I had to act fast or risk losing everything.

He smiled at me and hugged me tightly. "I'm done following your rules, mi amore. It's time to follow mine." I pulled away to see his face, his hands are still on my waist. "Rule #1: Follow all the rules. Rule #2: Break them all, afterward." He said before pulling me again into a kiss. Breaking rules is indeed a bad boy

The ring would be placed on his finger and the world would fall before the man to whom the gods had given absolute power. The cardinal had already achieved a small victory when he broke the sacred oath of the Brotherhood, forcing an old monk to speak. It wasn't difficult. In truth, he had expected much more resistance and was disappointed that the guardian gave in so easily. All he had to do was show a bloody little finger, donated involuntarily by a homeless woman, and the monk broke down. It was as easy as taking candy from a child. He learned that love can be disastrous and to never let a single person near him. Nothing could break him by manipulating human feelings, and the cardinal knew

He lifts a brow and when I stare at him with confusion clear in my eyes, he proceeds to say, "The arrangement rules. " "Those have been broken for long, Ford. " I tell him, reminding him of how quick we were to break the rules that we were so sure we would keep to. "I know, but there was one particular rule, Carson. One that claimed your body as mine, " he explains, and I nod; remembering the words he forged into a rule that night.

"But I only held it out. The glass sucked it in, you saw it. There was no way for me to throw the bread in." "It was because of your intention," It added. "You intended to feed those fish, and the system reacted to your intention. That counts as a violation of the rule." "I think it's not just a rule, but a curse," Gawin said, his voice strained. He looked at Ploy's hand, then at James. "And what are we going to do with James...?"

Maybe I was the stupid one after all. Don’t fall for him. It was the first rule, the unspoken truth of this arrangement. And I was breaking it so fast it should’ve been illegal.

"I was going to let him, Daddy. Really. I had it all planned out for Monday morning. But... he broke my rules. He’s officially disqualified." I froze. . What rule? What did I do? "What rule?" Mr. Sterling asked. "He touched himself," she said, her voice turning icy. "He couldn't handle the wait. He broke the Golden Rules." My heart dropped into my stomach. Did she see me? Wait. Is she seeing me right now?

I have broken a million rules after the assassination attempt: seeking shelter with a Werewolf; conversing with a Werewolf; sleeping in the same bed as a Werewolf; performing magic that I’m forbidden from performing. What if I have done something unforgivable?

“It was you. Just you. And I’ve been sitting on that because you’re the one person I cannot afford to get this wrong with.” I looked at him for a long moment. The face I have known for seven years, currently arranged into something careful and braced, waiting for me to respond in a way that would tell him whether he’d just made a terrible mistake. “I told you last night that I broke the rule too,” I said. “I know. I’ve been turning that over since we hung up.” “So we both broke it. Roughly the same time, apparently.” “Apparently.” “That seems like information worth paying attention to.”

​"If Mr. Blake finds out someone tried to look inside, he will fire Mrs. Angela and that person without thinking twice," "A maid once entered by mistake and broke a picture. Mr. Blake had her arrested for it." ​My eyes go wide. ​Mrs. Angela is the oldest servant here. ​"Why is she the only one allowed inside?" I ask, keeping my voice low. "Why is he so brutal about this room? What's so special about it?" ​Sofia lets out a heavy breath and steps closer. Out of everyone here, Sofia is the only one who talks to me like a friend.