Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

I stepped forward. "Seriously you are going to treat her like this over a guy, how dare you act like you are above everyone else and treat people like this over some bullshit rule you made up because your poor little heart was broken. You are pathetic." I said to Blaze. I could hear the gasps from around the circle. Clearly no-one dare talk back to Blaze. "HOW DARE YOU COME ON TO MY LAND AND TRY TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY PEOPLE." "I wouldn't have to if your rules wasn't so pathetic and clearly made from a bitter woman who has nothing better in her life than to tear other people down and make rules that hurt everybody just to make you feel better."

She read through the rules. RULE 1: Live under the pretense of happiness. In the public and everywhere besides your house, and with everyone except Anthony Kings, act like you're happy with your life and your relationship with Anthony Kings. RULE 2: Signing this agreement implies you will be Anthony Kings’ property. He and only he owns you and shall be bonded with you. This states that you shall forsake the opposite gender unless Anthony Kings permits.

She said thinking something seriously. ” You sure about the work?" “ Yes. I am. Probably it would work well if I know everything around. Since the rules here suffocate me. It will be best for me to know!" She said, thinking. Not sure how long she could be a rebellious person against the rules. But she was sure, she might indeed be up alone here. So, it would be better for her to have a backup plan to survive with a peaceful life where she would live all by herself Not worrying about anything.

I heard Joon sigh when I made my comment and said, "Well it's a good thing we will learn her, her rules now. Looks like she needs them." If I could move my body right now, I would make a big scratch on that stupid, pretty face of him. Who does he think he is? Rules? I don't need rules. I am a grown woman with a job and a fiancé. Although my fiancé had rules for me too. But I think the rules these men have for me will be way different. Either way, I got nervous and tried to get out of the situation. "I don't need rules, I'm twenty years old. The only thing I have to follow is the law." I said with my lips pouted.

before I could complete my statement, she chipped in with a scoff. “Rules? I would rather let a dog tie me to a pole than follow your rules. You have never given me any rules and trust me, even if you did, I wouldn’t ever follow them” she said and I didn’t think she knew this but the more she said those words, the angrier I became. I gritted my teeth as I stared at her, she claimed to not ever follow the rules even if I gave her one didn’t she? I would show her why I was a feared beta and more importantly, why I was a dominant and she was my submissive.

She was done being the prey. The second cycle had begun, but she wasn't going to play by their rules. She was going to write her own.

I didn't know why I was having a hint of compassion for this rude child. I was about to hug her before she withdrew from our embrace. “Don't touch me with your filthy hands again. Didn't you read my twenty sixth rule?” She asked, sending me a dangerous glare. “Twenty sixth rule!” I exclaimed, my eyes widened. “It says no one except my father is allowed to touch me without my permission.” She replied smartly. I acknowledged how brainy the young girl was, especially with the fact that she memorized the thirty rules. I haven't even been able to get used to applying those rules. Here I am struggling with keeping even the first ten rules, talk less of thirty rules.

Let me see you break A resigned sigh left her lips “ I really am your prisoner now” Not a question but an acknowledgement The leather on the steering wheel crinkled underneath my grip “Get used to it” Something moved in her eyes, something so fast I'm not quite sure what it was “I have a few rules of my own too” I wanted to burst into a fit of laughter, and that itself was alarming. I. Do. Not. Laugh “You don't make the rules baby. I do” I muttered darkly “Rule one” she started on, as if I hadn't just told her who was in charge here “If we are going to keep up with this facade and pretend like we're a normal couple, then there are certain things we need to know about each other”

Sky wasn't like the others, she had such an innocent face, so when she turned around in the car and put me in my place, I was surprised. She's not as submissive as she looks, and that makes my cock swell. Minutes passed, while I ogled her. That dress would be the downfall of any insane man, those curves, the way it hugged them all, just looking at it made me want to rip it off. While I was fantasizing about that dress, she finished her list and handed it to me. I smiled. No one had ever done this before. Rules for being a good boss: 1. One day a week I will return to my apartment and rest.

“I want your fire. Not your leash.” She blinked, and I saw it then, a flicker of hesitation. Not fear. Not submission. Something hotter. Dangerous. She crossed her arms over her chest. “I have rules.” That pulled a full breath of laughter from me. “Do you?” She narrowed her eyes. “No touching. No marking. No pretending in front of the pack. And no calling me yours.” I grinned. “You walked in here. Alone. Into my territory. Into my space. Gave me an hour.”