Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

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.”

“We can change that.” She frowns. “You keep saying we.” “Yes,” he replies. “You’re part of it now.” Her laugh is brittle. “That’s not how that works.” “It is for us,” he says. She looks between the three of us, eyes sharp despite exhaustion. “Then tell me the rules,” she says. “Every place has rules.” She’s right. I crouch again, keeping my voice level. “Rule one,” I say. “No one touches you without permission.”

She continued, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "You don't have to fake perfection, you have to prove passion." She then gave me a small grin. "And second, you beat her by using her own rules. The next time she tries to test you on a Slyvarn tradition, agree immediately, but then find an insignificant loophole and make the rules for yourself." "Okay. Thank you, Celeste. I owe you one." I felt a flash of hope and a new sense of excitement, this was a puzzle I could solve.

She had noticed how bleak she was these past days and she had said it was nothing Everytime she asked. “ I have broken a rule” she replied plainly. Emma has a set of rules she goes by since she turned eighteen, dating rules that she claimed guide her heart. Just like her Emma was from a broken home but unlike her she had a very much present father that had abused both her and her mother and a series of stepfathers that only continue from where her then dead father had stopped or worst, she believes The women in her family where cursed so she created these rules from her mother's mistakes and was dead serious about them she was never going to be her mom or any of her aunts.

She would stare unflinchingly at her interlocutors, judging from the look in their eyes what she would say when she spent time with men. Her principles were clear. Even though she was surrounded by such a glittering world of money, alcohol and free living, Anne had strict rules. Listen to her voice, enjoy her body through her eyes, watch her dance with exciting movements, and if she's in a good mood, allow her just a glimpse of a kiss. The rest? She wouldn't share.

"Well, I've learned to live by my own set of personal rules in this life, and I've been doing just fine so far, if I do say so myself." "Oh?" I asked, genuinely intrigued now despite myself. "And what rules might those be, do tell?" Her smile morphed into more of a self-satisfied smirk before she began ticking off her maxims one by one. "Rule number one: Never settle for anything less than exactly what you want and deserve. Rule number two: Always go after whatever it is you want with every fiber of your being, never wavering or losing sight of your goal. And rule number three..." She paused for dramatic effect. "Never let anyone else try to write your story or dictate the path of your life

she repeated herself, but this time with more passion. "Okay! Nancy! I would not break a rule. I know everybody here follows rules, and so do I. It is not like I am doing something outrageous that would cost me a lot." I folded my arms over my chest, yammering and giving her a weak smile. "The thing is that you don’t even need to break the big rules. You just need to make sure you don’t get on the wrong side of these townies." She whispered, but this time, she did make me a little concerned.

She needed to move fast. Her thoughts strayed to Logan and the absurd rules he had set for her to follow. Her teeth gritted in anger as she thought of his effrontery. He had so much guts, thinking he could boss her around with his stupid rules. She had been a master to herself for as long as she could remember, and there was no way in this world that she would chafe under some rules from a pompous man like Logan. Waking up early to do house chores? How ridiculous!