Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

The adrenaline rush through her system of his dark expression towards her and she hoped she hadn’t gotten on his bad side already. “I never wanted to do this, but I guess I have to. I will be initiating some certain rules. Rules you have follow, and once erred earned you a punishment, one that won’t be nice at all. And the first rule is for you to learn how to OBEY ME!”

So, no silent glaring. Rule#7: I agree to having a child when I’m ready, but I will not allow my child to be carried in anyone else’s body. I will carry our child to term and raise them. (I never had a real mother, and I won’t treat my child like they mean nothing to me.) Seven rules. None of which involves financial gain or property rights. No mention of a pay-out if our marriage should end for any reason. Seven simple rules that most people would think were obvious in a relationship but it’s as if she knew I needed things to be explained in straight terms because that’s what she’s done. She’s explained each of her requests, in her own colorful way, but in a way that’s very clear.

a more elderly man agreed until they were all talking angrily amongst themselves. “Gentleman, Gentleman!" I called. “Edric was a cruel man indeed, but does that mean we repay him with the same cruelty? He has been merciless to me among many during his rule, but I will NOT allow any man to starve into a slow and painful death, no matter his crimes. That is not who we are, and we will not respond to ruthlessness with that of our own! We WILL be better than that. Better than the example he led by.” I waited a moment before I continued to allow what I said to sink in and to watch the response on their faces. But so far, it seemed they all understood my reasoning.

"This is my kingdom… I control everything….including the queen." "What a rule you have there! "Now listen to my rules: don’t tell me what I don’t like, and don’t disturb me," she shot back. "You dare set rules for me? You’re getting bold… I think you need some punishment, so your childish brain remembers who owns you." "No, you don’t. I’m not your property. Go buy slaves, toys, or better still, those girls out there who’d do anything to be with you….they’ll be more than willing to be your property," she snapped.

She asked me. I stopped at my way, "What about that Scarlett?" "Why do always rules are different for you and different for everyone else?" She further asked. I didn't face her, I was listening to everything which she was saying. Her voice was having hurt and might be a disappointment. "I never made any rules," I blurred out. "No! Wrong. You always make rules for others not for yourself." She came in front of me. "But I won't say anything to you. As I understand. But I wanted to make you understand that you have us, " she started rubbing my arm.

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.

I can go for that one- hope she is not a bad choice. "It' s my turn, Rule No. 2- Respect personal love life. Okay? I do put this because I have my sight set on someone, just so you know. Okay let us cut that mine thingy." She was a little shocked about it but agrees to it anyway. "Okay then, that s a deal so for my number 3 Rule: Do not do cringy things- I hate that shit." We stared at each other as if fighting throughh our eyes.

She whispered and ended the call. “So much headache for a day. Nora should have been the perfect daughter for my dad. Those two always find a way to piss me off. But I'm going to show them I can be better than what they think of me.” Lillian mumbled to herself and walked into the gigantic building in front of her.

I said. “He called me for help,” she said. “Men who call for help when they love someone get full Leah access. That’s the rule.” “That’s not a rule,” I said. “It’s my rule,” she said. “Don’t worry about it.” The night before the presentation I couldn’t sleep.

Legs spread on your desk. I hit send and kept stroking, imagining her there — curvy, dripping, waiting for her student like the desperate taboo slut she was. I hated her. But fuck… I was starting to love breaking her.