Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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.

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”

I asked, my voice low. "Because of the rules," she said. Her voice was shaking. "I set the rules myself and I can’t break them." "Rules can change," I said. She shook her head and finally stepped back wrapping her arms around herself and looked at me with an expression that was equal parts want and fear. "I need to get dressed," she said quietly. “You should leave.” I stood there for a long moment just looking at her, I couldn’t think of anything to say. She didn’t say anything else either.