Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

She added, "So please, please dad, let me have this, let me go on my own, let me depend on myself for once, and let me figure out who I am outside of here, outside of your shadow and away from Chase." After one year of fighting with herself, she was finally letting it out, "Because sometimes I feel that I've lost sense of who I am," Her broken tone had me wrapping my other arm around her and pulling her closer, my hand cradled the back of her head and I rested my chin on top of it, "Okay," I mumbled, "I get it, and little bug, all I want is for you to be happy," I left a kiss over her hair, "But, I am gonna have so many rules, and you better listen to all of them or I will be dropping by the

The devil ran in hastily breathing hard as if she was chased by some group of soldiers. "Keep your sorry to yourself, Rule one?" I questioned her and she fumbled playing with her fingers, behaving so innocently. "Be consistent and Lateness shouldn't be an habit because I hate it so much, Those who do things earlier are set to achieve their goals before others"She mumbled and I kept a cold serious face. "You were able to even read it out without using any note so this should stick in your head, Rule number two?" I questioned and she breathed heavily stomping her foot on the ground but I didn't care neither did I give a damn.

He was barely holding himself back. “What is?” “This thing we…we’re doing. It wasn’t part of the rules,” she managed to form a barely coherent sentence. Her voice was hoarse from the moans she made some while ago. “And what rules? Rules are meant to be broken, Anna. We won’t do this again if that’s what you want, okay?”

“What makes you say that?” She leaned in slightly. “You’ve got that look. Like you don’t follow rules but somehow still get away with everything.” Damien chuckled. If only she knew. “Maybe. But you don’t seem like someone who follows the rules either.” She shrugged. “I follow my own rules.” Something about her made him forget everything—his father’s suffocating control, the constant pressure to be perfect, the empty women at high-society parties. Right now, there was only her.

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.”

She felt satisfied once her name was written there as the new owner of the area and the secret base. “Normally, no one can even dream of possessing land in the dragon kingdom. However, we make a few exceptions for you. Well… I made the rule and I bent the rule. Sometimes, I overthrow the rule. Anything that benefits me.” “Agree, agree.” Shadow shared the same sentiment. All the rules that she created catered to her own restriction so that she would not feel bad about it if she ever committed it. She could always throw away the existing policy as well. As long as she was the ruler.

Not the university. Not the rules. Not the risks. For once, she let herself have this. Let herself have him.

My name is Maya Collins, and I have exactly three rules I live by. Rule number one: never let anyone see you cry at work. Rule number two: always be the most prepared person in the room and Rule number three: never, under any circumstances, think about Ethan Harrington. I have broken rule number three more times than I can count. But today, I'm only focused on rule number two.

" Each phrase fell into me like small stones, piling in a basket I would be forced to carry. Later that evening, after the last guest had left and the compound smelled of spilled beer and fried oil, Mama called me aside. Her wrapper was loosened at the waist, but her voice remained sharp. "You did well today, she said. You smiled even when you did not want to. That is the first rule." I looked at her, waiting for more. "A woman’s endurance is her crown, she continued. If you want this marriage to last, you must understand that your place is here. Under this roof. And under my rules."

I will break whatever rules she has made. I was going to have her.