Her Own Rules Movie Novels & Stories

It listed rules like it was preparing her for war. Rule 1: Obey without hesitation. Rule 2: Never start a conversation unless addressed. Rule 3: The Fire King sees everything. Rule 4: Mistakes are corrected. Painfully. Rule 5: Never cry in front of the King. She swallowed. So this was the world she had been bought into. Yet despite the cold warning of the rules, Alexander’s actions told a confusing different story. He didn’t hit her. He didn’t threaten her. He didn’t treat her like a thing.

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.

She would stare unflinchingly at her interlocutors, judging from the look in their eyes what she would say when she spent time with men. Her principles were clear. Even though she was surrounded by such a glittering world of money, alcohol and free living, Anne had strict rules. Listen to her voice, enjoy her body through her eyes, watch her dance with exciting movements, and if she's in a good mood, allow her just a glimpse of a kiss. The rest? She wouldn't share.

Let me see you break A resigned sigh left her lips “ I really am your prisoner now” Not a question but an acknowledgement The leather on the steering wheel crinkled underneath my grip “Get used to it” Something moved in her eyes, something so fast I'm not quite sure what it was “I have a few rules of my own too” I wanted to burst into a fit of laughter, and that itself was alarming. I. Do. Not. Laugh “You don't make the rules baby. I do” I muttered darkly “Rule one” she started on, as if I hadn't just told her who was in charge here “If we are going to keep up with this facade and pretend like we're a normal couple, then there are certain things we need to know about each other”

The woman who makes her own rules is badass. I'll do whatever I need to do to keep my legacy and these packs alive and safe. I fire up the Softail, the engine roaring back to life beneath me. River and Cade mount their bikes without a word, falling into formation as if by instinct. We tear back down the ridge road, three predators moving as one beneath the full moon. I’ve never been the kind of woman who waits for permission. I make my own rules. And if that makes me dangerous? Good.

She read through the rules. RULE 1: Live under the pretense of happiness. In the public and everywhere besides your house, and with everyone except Anthony Kings, act like you're happy with your life and your relationship with Anthony Kings. RULE 2: Signing this agreement implies you will be Anthony Kings’ property. He and only he owns you and shall be bonded with you. This states that you shall forsake the opposite gender unless Anthony Kings permits.

rule 2 : Do not date anyone secretly. rule 3 : You are not allowed to look at any man. rule 4 : You must obey your husband . rule 5 : We should be a lovey dovey couple infront of everyone. rule 6 : No intimate touch. “Sign this too" He said and she humbly obliged. “Rule 6 can be changed if you want." He added and she gulped. “No.” She replied and he smirked. “You’re a devil in disguise”She grumbled underneath her breath and he glanced suspiciously at her. She swiftly turned away.

She was a housekeeper, but she moved with the cold efficiency of a drill sergeant. “The Master has new rules for you,” the woman said, her voice devoid of any warmth. She placed a thick, black leather binder on the nightstand. “You will memorize them. You will live by them. There will be a test tomorrow.” She left without another word. Clara, with a trembling hand, opened the binder. The first page was titled: The Principles of Ownership. The rules were typed in a stark, black font. They were intrusive, humiliating, and designed to strip away every last vestige of her identity.

Yet, I found myself leaning forward anyway. “Yes?” I dropped the file, facing my gaze back to her. As I leaned forward slightly, interest flickering through my eyes. “There’s nothing you can offer,” she continued. “And there’s nothing you can threaten me with either.” I leaned back into my seat, completely laid back. “Everyone has a price,” I said calmly. “And you will too. Sooner than you think.” She left. I watched her through the cameras again. The way her hand trembled for half a second before she hid it together. The way she breathed out once she thought she was alone. She was strong… but she was walking straight into a storm.

They did something to me that I didn’t want to admit. She was trying so hard to hide her reactions, but I noticed every one of them. I enjoyed watching her struggle between wanting to resist and wanting to surrender. When I finally stopped, she remained still for a moment, trying to catch her breath. I stared at her. She had no idea what she was awakening in me. I wanted to take control of every part of her. I wanted to break through that stubbornness and teach her exactly what it meant to belong under my rules. But I would wait.