Breaking The Rules Novels & Stories

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. To be continued...

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

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.

Four: refer to rules one, two and three. These rules seem pretty easy but breaking them is easier. And the problem Cathy has with all four rules is this: she wants to show her first boyfriend off. She wants to kiss him in public, smack his ass, steal chips from his plate and make TicToc duets for the world to know he's completely hers. But rules are rules and she must keep to her own end of the bargain. What happens when their secret comes crashing down? Will their love be enough to save them?

I knew by breaking his so-called rules I had invited a storm in my life but then I was not going to follow those rules at all. . #TBC

I asked and grinned excitedly like a kid. Ethan: I'll tell you about the rules. Oh, God! I hate to follow rules. Me: Rules have been made to break🙊😉 There is a constant smile on my face while chatting with him. Ethan: Then there are punishments for the naughty submissive like you, Butterfly. I rolled my eyes after reading his message. Me: I have never been afraid of breaking rules. Punishment also can't stop me from breaking rules. I'm just loving it.

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.

“Two weeks. My rules. You do what I say, when I say it. Then, three months no pay. After that, we talk salary. Agreed?” Annabel swallowed, nodding. “Agreed.” His eyes roamed her face, then down to her hands. “You don’t look convinced.” She met his gaze, forcing a small smile. “I don’t have a choice, do I?” “Good answer,” he said, smirking. “We start tomorrow.” They spoke a few more minutes details, times, rules. She barely heard half of it; her mind was elsewhere. On the bills. On the empty fridge. On the way her life was folding in on itself.

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.”

I nodded, headed back to the diner so that I could sit. There and then, I continued with my meal. Not knowing what to expect, but what was the worst thing that could happen? I wondered for the first time with a shake of my head—waiting patiently for the moment when many news and rules will be broken to me. “Oh no.” I didn't like the sound of this. Not one moment. But what choice did I have?