Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

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.

The woman who makes her own rules is badass. I'll do whatever I need to do to keep my legacy and these packs alive and safe. I fire up the Softail, the engine roaring back to life beneath me. River and Cade mount their bikes without a word, falling into formation as if by instinct. We tear back down the ridge road, three predators moving as one beneath the full moon. I’ve never been the kind of woman who waits for permission. I make my own rules. And if that makes me dangerous? Good.

Every time she wrapped her power tight, every time she let it flicker, every time she sat alone in her small room breathing through another round of cramps and fear, she knew exactly how far away he was. Close. And not. *Rule One: unclaimed means recoverable,* she thought bitterly one night, listening to distant guardians discuss “what we’ll do if she cracks.” Here, respect was conditional too—hinged on what she became, not who she’d been. If she wanted to be more than a useful problem, she’d have to start with claiming herself. The world wasn’t going to do it for her. *** The first time she gave a command in training on purpose, it was to a stone Mae rolled toward her.

“You did that to yourself, girl.” I bristled. “I listened to Liam. I didn’t know what would happen.” “Yet it happened.” She stepped around me, slow and patient, a predator sizing up something foolish. “You mortals love to blame the gods for your own naivety. I didn’t force your hand, nor did I whisper in your ear. I only enforce the rules of the wild that you decided to poke.” “Rules?” I snapped. “What rules? Because from where I’m standing, they seem pretty damn unfair.”

Their leader whom I guess said "Uhmmm, it Cheryl, I just said it like right now," "It obvious she don't know the rules," one of her minions said "I see, well look here ugly bitch, these are the rules." she begins, while I pick silently on my nails. "Rule one, Do not talk wherever I am-" I cut her off saying "I'm kinda hungry can we deal with the rules later plsss," I said holding my both palms together in a pleading manner, and now she looks like a mad lion.

It made my wolf stir even more violently. Excuse me?” She said “You heard me.. get out ?” “What an ass.” She muttered “I heard that rules are rules so.. either do this the simple way or the hard way your choice.” I said , stepping closer, my eyes never leaving hers. “I… I’m new here,” she stammered. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know there were rules.” Rules. That word always made me growl. But that has kept Ravenmoor in order for centuries.

But Robyn Denver didn’t have to try, she only had to hit my car and run away, and just like that she had my attention. One look at her in that tight red dress that night at that party and she grabbed my attention by the balls and I made it my mission to know who she is. To know what she was and who she belonged to. But Robyn belonged to no one. She played by her own rules and she doesn’t fail to remind you that. And right now, I think I’m playing by her rules even though I like to tell myself it’s the other way around. She’s got my full attention and I’m not walking away anytime soon, not until I've had a taste of her.

she said and Jayden scoffed as he glanced through what was written on it. " Are you being serious, what stupid rules are these?". "What, you are not the only one who is capable of setting up rules, I also have mine to set". she said. " This is absurd, I am the boss, I set the rules". "Well, you are not the boss of me, I have equal rights as you, so sign it". she said and Jayden glanced through it.

I would not be so easily swayed. And in that silence, I reminded myself: in this game of power and desire, I write the rules. Always. She may have power, ambition, and charm, but she would learn soon enough: I am the one who sets the rules. Always.

I said, trying to assert my authority. "Now I think you’re forgetting something too," she shot back, pulling her arm away from my grasp with a fierce determination. "You own the company, but you don’t own me." Her defiance was both maddening and intriguing, and I could feel the tension crackling between us. "Your rules only impact the company, not me… sir."