Novel & Cerita Her Own Rules

“And you were worried about me. I don’t really understand it. I thought you were upset because you were paying me and I disappeared. That I would understand. My old boss would have yelled. He likely would’ve fired me. But I don’t think you’re going to fire me.” Even though she sounded like she was speaking to him, it was more like she was talking to herself. She tilted her head to the side. “I don’t like rules.” She pouted. “You need rules,” Gomez told her. “What are these rules?” she asked. “If you need to leave work, then you call or text me.” “All right. I can do that.” “Really?” he asked. “Yes. That seems more than reasonable. What else?” “You’ll wear a tracker.”

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.”

" 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."

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.

Jewel Rivers hated nothing more than having to turn back. If she left something behind, she would move on without it. If she took a wrong turn, she kept going. She said, "Turning back is a waste of time. The only way is forward." She even drove right past me without stopping one night after I had worked late. I texted her, "I just saw your car drive by. Can you turn around and pick me up?" Three minutes later, she replied, "Rules are rules. I don't turn back. Take a cab home yourself." - The next day was our eighth anniversary. We had planned to go to the nearby theme park together. Twenty minutes after we set out, my close friend, Jason Smith, sent a message in the group chat

She looked down at the paper and continued reading out loud. “The Golden Rule is that I can’t be with anyone else.” She started. “The other rules are; I’m not allowed to tell anyone about us, I’m not allowed to demand for love, I need to be available to you when you need me and I need to have my hair down whenever we are together.” She looked up at me and I was eager to see what she thought about the rules. Her eyes just stared in to mine and I cursed in my mind about how pretty she was.