Her Own Rules 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.

Now she rebuilds. But this time, every piece, every rule—will be hers to choose.

"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.

Something sacred, something older than any of their treaties or protocols. Inside her, the wolf didn’t snarl, didn’t bare its teeth. It simply rose, immense and ancient, pushing against her bones, pressing at the seams of her very being. It waited, patient and inexorable, for the moment she’d let it surge forward and sweep away everything in its path. “There’s one rule,” she said into the empty garage, the words flat and cold as steel. Her voice didn’t waver, didn’t quiver with fear or fury; it was almost alien, barely recognizable as her own. “One rule everyone pretends they never heard.”