Breaking The Rules Novels & Stories

Don’t put yourself in that position. Rule Four: Never unblock his number. But in the space of two weeks, all my rules were crumbling.... Rule One was broken the moment he bought my company and right now, just being here with him in this room was proof of that. Rule Two broke this afternoon…hell, a few minutes ago. Rule Three? Gone too.its just dust in the wind at this point Because Marcel lifted his hips, and his cock brushed against my folds. Heat shot through me, a moan caught at the back of my throat. My body betrayed every rule I’d ever made.

"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 looked across the entire room. “And one more thing. Everyone standing here tonight, remember this. The Leon family can replace a district boss. It can replace drivers, lawyers, mistresses, accountants, and even the groom at a wedding. But the rules do not change. Anyone who tries to use this family as a ladder to climb up the ranks, I’ll break their legs.” This time, every single person lowered their head. I knew this fight was far from over. The real retaliation would begin tomorrow. However, I had been waiting for this day for far too long.

"Because when I'm with you, I feel something I haven't felt in years. You make me want to be better. To try harder. To actually live instead of just exist." "Richard..." "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But I think we could be something amazing if you'll give us a chance." She closes her eyes, and I can see the war happening inside her. Logic versus desire. Safety versus risk. When she opens her eyes again, the decision is made. "Okay." "Okay?" "Let's try this. Whatever this is. But we have rules." "Name them." "No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office."

“Any rules?” He shrugged before replying. “I believe we are all mature. No expensive play that’ll possibly cause drowning and violence is prohibited.” Bobbing my head to show I understood, I returned my gaze to Maxwell, cracked my head and fingers before exclaiming. “Let’s begin!” “I’m going to show y’all who is boss,” Maxwell screamed and hauled himself onto the Unicorn’s back, causing it to dip violently. He windmilled his hands and stayed on. “And that's how it's done.”

"Is that how much you missed me?" "No, dumbass," she retorted, pushing herself to her feet, a flurry of conflicting emotions swirling within her. "We have rules, remember? Ground rules—you even wrote them down like some over-organized psycho." "Rule number nine," he recited, pulling out a soda and cracking it open with a satisfying hiss, "No abandoning the apartment for more than 24 hours without telling the other person." "Exactly," she emphasized, crossing her arms defensively. "You broke your own damn rule."

Adam sighed in defeat, “Okay, maybe it’s not that legal.” That’s an understatement. I shot him a pointed look and he threw his hands in the air. “Alright, it’s nowhere near legal,” he dropped the agitated look and wiggled his eyebrows at me, “but rules are meant to be broken, are they not?” I snorted mentally, bro, you have no idea. But the thought got me thinking. Should I?

Daisy ripped the foil packet open with her teeth and held it out to him. "Help me." Brett's hand curled around her. "I’m breaking all my rules with you, Daisy." The seriousness with which he made that statement sent a burst of warmth and confidence through her. "Rules are made to be broken." He groaned and pushed a button and said. "Drive till I say otherwise."

His thumb brushed slow, deliberate circles against her knuckles—a silent promise that she was not facing this alone. Across the hall, the Supreme Council elders sat behind an elevated obsidian table. Six of them. All male. All ancient. All convinced they still ruled the future simply because they owned the past. “You must understand,” Elder Valcor said, his voice smooth with condescension, “that actions have consequences. You assaulted representatives of this realm. You humiliated the Supreme Council.” Another elder leaned forward, eyes cold. “And we cannot appear weak.” A murmur of agreement rippled across their table.

Betty said but she just rolled her eyes She took the seventh bottle and was about to open it when Betty successfully grabbed it from her "That's enough "she muttered "screw up "She said, standing up tipsily She staggered cuz her vision was becoming blurry She took steady steps towards the door "Where are you going " Betty asked She looked up but couldn't see the face of Betty clearly "To clear my head "She replied holding her head "You can't possibly leave your room without asked to. It's prohibited "Betty said "I don't fucking give a damn of this rule anymore. She broke so many rules, she was spare. Me breaking just a rule won't hurt. Don't bother about me"She replied and open the door