Novel & Cerita Her Own Rules Movie

She was the right person I needed for the job. I wanted someone that could keep it professional and she fit in so much, so I had hired her at once and so far, she was the only woman who seemed unfazed with my appearance. Even though, I gave her the rule of no eye contact, I did not think she was ready to admire me. However, she looked familiar and whenever she looked at me, it was as if there is this recentment she bore for me. I do not think I have ever met her in the past.She was not my type. She is so plain and simple and I love chick and classy girls.

“No, stop! Please…” I begged weakly, but he only became more aggressive. “Make a sound. I want to hear it.” His hands did not stop. “Ah, no, please…” Broken sounds slipped from my lips. I could no longer control myself. Under his relentless actions, the world in front of my eyes seemed to shake. “You’re close, aren’t you? Show me,” he said with cruel amusement. At last, after another harsh push past my limits, my body lost control. A powerful wave rushed through me and left my mind in chaos. I felt every second with painful clarity. My body trembled without control. I could not stop the reaction, no matter how hard I tried.

Her hands trembled inside the long sleeves. She didn't belong here. She was just an omega from a forgotten bloodline, born in a house where women had no voice. They told her what to wear, how to behave, and who she would marry one day. That day never came. Instead, her mother died ,her father vanished, and her pack sold her to a family who used her like a servant. But tonight… no one knew her name. No one saw her scars. She stepped forward. The festival crowd parted before her. Fires roared at the center, where dancers moved in wild circles. Wolves howled from behind the trees, their voices full of hunger and freedom.

Or trying to rule her. ---

Blake's pov ​I run my fingers through my hair and wince as the tequila burns my throat. ​My chest heaves in the quiet study. A virgin? I never touch virgins. It is my strict rule, and Jack knows it. ​I should know the moment I slide into her. I should recognize the tightness, the way her body clamps shut, and the panic in her tear-filled eyes. But I convince myself she is just nervous. ​Then comes her sharp, agonizing scream.

She had noticed how bleak she was these past days and she had said it was nothing Everytime she asked. “ I have broken a rule” she replied plainly. Emma has a set of rules she goes by since she turned eighteen, dating rules that she claimed guide her heart. Just like her Emma was from a broken home but unlike her she had a very much present father that had abused both her and her mother and a series of stepfathers that only continue from where her then dead father had stopped or worst, she believes The women in her family where cursed so she created these rules from her mother's mistakes and was dead serious about them she was never going to be her mom or any of her aunts.

, she screamed. I was crazy about her. But she wouldn't understand that. I didn't understand it either, but I was going to, with time. “You behave like you're from a saint's home and it sickens me. I'm pretty sure this is not your first time seeing someone get shot. Why are you behaving like this is your first time seeing someone get shot? Let me guess–to make me look like a horrible person. Well let me burst your bubble. I am in fact a very terrible person, you're going to get married to me and this will certainly not be your last time seeing me kill a person. Leave this room in two minutes so that my men can get it cleaned up”, I said leaving the room.

When asked what she does, she explains that due to her bad health she was only allowed to do online courses but did well in product design and managment. When the doctor asks her "how her scar from her operation feels?" It makes Stacey think, then when she opens up her top to see no scar. She has a full mental breakdown, picking up the fruit knife that her mother has been using to peel fruit for herself, off the bedside table. She points the knife at her chest, while screaming “why can't you see the scar?” She stabs herself twice while she yells at them “why are you asking about my scar?”.

As I walk in front of the courtroom towards the throne, I see fire; rage evident in the eyes of half the people sitting there, not attempting to hide even the tinge of disbelief that crosses their eyes. “This is absurd, a woman can never rule the kingdom.”, King Benjamin Vernes, stands from his seat. The crowd in the room nods in agreement. “We won't tolerate this disgrace on the names of the King. We won't be listening to a woman, who was born to produce our hires.”, King Benjamin walks toward me with a smirk on his face. He bends over sniffing my neck, bursting into laughter. Disgust crawls through me, as rage fills my mind. I calm myself, I look down at my feet taking a deep breath, only

"I need rules or else I might end up becoming to comfortable. I feel sympathy for her every time I look at her and then there's this weird urge to just make sure she's not lacking anything. It's frustrating." "Man, in my opinion—since I've seen many dramas about fake relationships that all end the same way—I'd say you try your best to not confuse yourself. You need to make rules that you certainly wouldn't break no matter what and you need to separate feelings of pity or anything else from this. It's a business deal after all." "For one I'm never sleeping with her. That's the number one rule," I take another sharp turn gracefully this time. "You need to try your best with that then. That's a