Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

And then it popped up. Vanessa: Once died when you stuck your cock inside me for the second time. Man, you had to love Italian women and their dirty mouths. James: Your once-only rule sucked. Maybe you should leave the rulemaking to the big boys. Vanessa: Since I have the pussy, I make the rules. I smiled while I typed. James: Since I'm the one with the cock, I fuck the rules. Vanessa: Then I suggest you get your ass over to your apartment because I'm about to make more rules.

I heard her voice before she even started entering the room since the guys had left the door ajar. We all prepare to shift, but when we see her, we realize she’s only a kid, maybe sixteen or so. I relax a little but stay alert and walk over to her, peering through the door to be sure she doesn’t have backup, which she doesn’t, so I close it behind her. We don’t need any more surprises. “What kind of rules?” asks Trevor. “Stupid ones,” she answers. “Rules that say only the hunters can hunt, for one. We’re all perfectly capable of shiftin’ and huntin’ a meal, but Alpha Pete’s got it in his head that we all need special duties.”

"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."

The windows were trembling at her voice. “It is NOT YOUR DECISION TO MAKE!!!!He is MY MATE!!!!” I yelled at her. “Were you not just lecturing me about rules, you brat!!! Rules!! Did you forget rules???”, she asked growling, Bella wanting to come and fight. “And in MY KINGDOM, RULES ARE WHAT I MAKE THEM! Do you understand????”

she spat, drawing laughter from her cohorts. I took deep breaths to calm my anger, not wanting to do something irrational. But when she didn't back down, I pushed her hard, and she fell to the ground. Her minions ran away, leaving only Mera. "Don't you ever try this nonsense with me!" I screamed at her in anger. "I may be a slave, but I'm not weak!"

Morgan The moment I turned around and caught her standing across me, I felt something deep inside. "I uh— I wanted to make something but I wasn't sure I could. Your fourth rule," she blurted out and I squinted. "What about it?" She frowned. "It's everything. Your fourth rule says I cannot go near anything that belongs to you and in reality, every single thing belongs to you. Except for my clothes and maybe my room." "And who says your room doesn't belong to me too?"

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.

Cold rolled through her. Slow. Beg. She nodded quickly, throat tight. “Yes.” “Good.” He stepped back and crossed his arms. “Last rule. Maybe the most important one.” She looked up. His gaze held hers for a long beat. “You never,” he said softly, “call yourself nothing again. Not in front of me. Not when you’re talking to yourself. Not even in your own head if you can help it. You hear me?” Her breath caught. Her chest ached.

and tucked her hair behind her ears. Everywhere remained silent for a moment before she spoke again. "I called you all here to set her rules and regulations," she said and got up. " I won’t condone any form of disrespect from all of you." She spoke while walking before us with a stern look. "As you all can see, there is only one lady, and that is me. The other is just waiting for the cold hand of death to take her, and that would be really soon…."

They still defined her rules, even though they had not been near her for days. Anger flared inside me, sharp and sudden. I had to clench my hands to keep it from showing. I did not want my anger to frighten her more than the memory of the past ever had. “There is no such rule with me,” I said slowly, evenly. “Your body belongs to you. If you want to wash, you go. If you do not, you stay. No one tells you what you can or cannot do with your own skin.” Something flickered in her eyes. Not hope. More like a shocked, painful realization of how wide the gap was between forbidden and free.