Breaking The Rules Novels & Stories

"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 hadn't expected her to hand me exactly what I needed on a silver platter. Between her confession, Ryan's name on the ultrasound, and his own admission of "sowing his seed," there was more than enough evidence to prove he was the one at fault. The Council convened and immediately ruled that infidelity had been established. Our mate bond would be automatically severed in one month. As I walked out of the Council hall, Ryan was waiting, his eyes rimmed with red. "Celine, do you really hate me this much? Is there truly no room for forgiveness?"

It was a submission game I had once taught Derrick—a structure where a wife obediently followed her husband’s instructions with disciplined trust and control. Now, hearing it in his voice instead of mine made something in my chest tighten. I stood up before him, trying to look smug, as if that alone might make him reconsider. “Don’t look at me,” he said quickly, almost defensive. “It was you who came up with the rules and the game.” “But I’d be late, Derrick,” I said, softening my voice into a plea. “Can’t we do this another time? Maybe tonight, honey?” “Mmh.” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest. “You report to work at nine-thirty, and from here to your office is barely an hour’s dr

I said. "Too close." But he didn't look relieved. He looked hungry, frustrated, like Devon's interruption had made everything worse instead of better. "You need to stop pushing me, Jake. I'm serious." "Or what?" "Or I'm going to stop being able to control myself." The admission seemed to cost him something. "Is that what you want? For me to lose control? To cross every line that keeps this from being a disaster?" "Yes." No hesitation. "That's exactly what I want." Marcus closed his eyes like he was in pain. "You're going to ruin me." "Good."

Rule 1: Never fall in love with your best friend’s sister. The first rule. The reason for all the others. The one rule I should never break, even though it has been broken from the start. Rule 2: Never lose control. Essential for a guy who lives one bad decision away from the edge. I use visualization, breathing, and mental drills.

Something had shifted. Something small. Because for the first time— I had broken my own rule. And it hadn’t felt wrong at all.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

They cheered like we were gamecocks as excitement oozed from all corners of the basement, waiting for a bloody cockfight. This is where we settle the club members’ differences, and this is the first time I’ve ever been below the flickering, reticent fluorescent lights, facing one of my brothers. All because of a woman. Also, a first, but will surely be the last. This man seemed to have forgotten what the Outlaws stand for.

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.

‎Because now, there are no rules. No limits. ‎No mercy. ‎I will find them. ‎I will break them. ‎And when I do, they will beg for death long before I allow it.