Her Own Rules Mga Nobela at Kwento

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."

She pinpointed me exactly. "I don't have sex with jocks, number one rule. I also don't have sex with playboys, number two rule. And number three is the rules to one and two. And, well, you get the idea," she retorts with a smart-ass attitude that oddly turns me on. I'm on the verge of getting blue balls here and distracting myself with someone else won't make her leave my mind. "Come on-"

In the short time that I've been with her I've learned that rainbow hair or not, this chick was a tigress when she was riled up. “I don't care about tomorrow, I'm talking basic rules for tonight,” she fished out a pen from her rainbow purse — I'm not even surprised anymore — and clicked it on. She searched the table before taking a paper napkin and flattening it. “Rule number one . . .” she started writing.

“We need to set some ground rules.” “Fair enough, I have no rules.” “You have no claims over me, it's just sex, nothing more, I owe you nothing apart from my body and on my own terms.” “Isn't that you saying the proposition in another way?” She didn't do as if she heard me talk, “and if we want to fuck other people while at it, it shouldn't be a problem.” “Hell no,” I pinched her clit and she whimpered, “I'm the only one who gets to fuck this cunt while we're at it, do I look like I like to share?”

If I joined everyone by the pool, he’d volunteer to clean the grill or answer emails from work. If someone else had been watching, they would’ve thought nothing of it but I noticed. I noticed everything. That was the problem with wanting someone. You learned everything about them, even down to the way they cleared their throat before speaking and Marcus Chen was worried. By the third morning, I’d had enough. “You’ve been weird,” Devon said around a mouthful of cereal. I looked up. “What?” “You.” He pointed his spoon at me. “You’ve barely beaten me at anything all week.”

I smiled. “What are the rules?” “The rules are whatever we want it to be, we don’t follow what other have to say, we do what we want ans as far as I am concerned, I would lay my life for you over and over again, you can’t tell me not to because if I can stop it and I don’t, I would never forgive myself, I would never be able to recover from it so be it, you are stuck with me.” “A stubborn woman with a smoky body that I will never leave.”

10 RULES OF OUR LOVE 'I never planned to marry a man I barely knew, but that was before Andrea Peters walked into my life and turned everything upside down.' LOLA ERIKSON'S POV I sat down on a car bonnet in the workshop, looking at a man who had just driven in with his daughter. She was a beautiful chocolate skinned young girl jumping around and asking her father questions on some things she saw in the workshop. I stared at them and wondered how I was when I was her age. Was I timid? Or maybe I was more vibrant than she was. I couldn't help smiling as I tried to imagine my younger self in different scenarios.

Her voice trembled, but each word struck hard like iron: “First rule…You don’t lock me up. Not in chains or in the shadows. If I walk, you walk beside me.” Vincent growled in response. “Agreed.” His claws tightened around her hand that still held onto him. “What’s next?” he asked. “Second rule…You don’t speak for me. You don’t define who I am. You will let me speak for myself.” The hand yanked her more forcefully; her body arched toward the white light. Vincent roared as he pulled her back against him. “Agreed!” he yelled. Her third rule came out sharp and clear like broken glass: “If I say stop…you stop.”

“But it's the truth.” “I don't care,” she whispered. “Really? You do know that you can be casted out of your pack for having an affair with a married man and a complete stranger.” “Rules are for the weak, for people without purpose, I'm different.” She leans closer, staring at my mouth. “When I see what I like I go for it.” Damn, I was starting to like this girl even more but nah, she wouldn't stay low if she knew the real me.

When she finally took her seat, she continued to eat in silence. Her gaze met mine, the fire in them heating the room’s temperature. Any woman would subject themselves to my rules, would gladly surrender their souls to me, but Estelle was different. She only obeyed me because I had her best interest at heart; whatever it was. But it won’t be long till her defiant side would overpower her and she’ll disobey my rules. That’s exactly why I set them in the first place because she’s not one to live by the rules. And when she breaks them, I’ll break her.