Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

No answer came by his side. “So, I will set some rules in this marriage so that we both can enjoy our freedom.” I continued. “There will be three rules. First is don’t touch me. I hate being touched by someone I don’t know. Second is I can do anything with myself. It means I have my own freedom and the last rule is don’t fall in love with me. I won’t be able to love anyone again.” I don’t even know why I made the last rule but there was an urge from my heart to make it.

she told me softly. "No, you're probably right." "Doesn't matter if I'm wrong or right, those are your new rules. Can you accept that?" I nodded. "I just don't want to hurt Chris." "She's a big girl. She'll be fine. Now those are MY rules. For all I know, Debbie and/or Beth may have their own for you." "Fine. I get it. No more straying." "Poor baby. Has to settle for a handful of hotties and a damned Goddess. My heart breaks for you."

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

She flipped through it slowly, eyes scanning the rules again. Rule 3: Weakness is not tolerated. Rule 7: Personal disputes must be settled in the ring. Rule 9: Hierarchy is earned through combat, obedience, and demonstration of strength. Her heart beat steadily. Not fast. Not slow. Focused. She pressed a hand to her chest—bound flat—and closed her eyes.

Who knows? Left for dead by her own mother, now kidnapped and forced into a life of prostitution. My goodness, could this situation get any worse? It’s like a horror movie, and we’re the helpless victims. The only thing missing is a creepy soundtrack and some jump scares. And to think, I was upset about burning my toast this morning. Talk about first-world problems. Screw those stupid rules! “I don’t give a damn about their rules!” I growl, relishing in her surprise at my sudden outburst. “Those arrogant masters and their crappy rules can shove it wherever they want. I won’t subject you to this,” I declare, charging towards her.

To the direction she had run. She should have been dead. By every rule I lived by, she should have been. But she wasn’t. And that wasn't a mistake. It was a decision, which I allowed… For now.

“Yes. But you are chosen. Not for skill, but for what I want to have.” Her heart stutters. Have? She’s probably six years older than him; she shouldn’t feel this way. “You don’t call unless instructed. You don’t interrupt unless invited. You don’t lie. And when I give a directive, you follow it.” She nods. Heat pools low in her stomach, unwanted, undeniable. “If you break a rule, we handle it privately.” The single sheet he slides across the table is stark. Precise. Demanding. It doesn’t ask for her labor, it asks for her autonomy.

It was peaceful, almost too peaceful, and that constant nagging voice in the back of her mind kept waiting for something to go wrong, for the illusion of safety to shatter like glass. But nothing went wrong. The pack members were kind, if a bit cautious around her, and no one asked too many questions about where she'd come from or who the father of her baby was. It was as if Jaxon had given them an unspoken order to leave her alone, to let her heal and adjust at her own pace, and they obeyed without question. That level of respect for their Alpha's authority was something Elara had never seen before, not in Clay's pack where fear ruled, and certainly not in the stories she'd heard about othe

However, they do get the thrill and excitement just not my kind. Now, there is one left; the controller. And that ladies and gentlemen is me, Candice Hunter, the controller of my own life. If there is no other way, I make it. I do not live up to societal boundaries and expectations, I live up to those I created. I break a lot of rules because whoever created them was being selfish. The ones, however, I created are amazing. And one of my rules is that; Sleep with a guy but ensure you wake up to an empty bed or he does. It seems as though guys nowadays can’t follow rules.

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.