Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

We get to the part of Dr Webber’s speech as I mouth the words and look over to Em who is doing the same. Now for Dr Bailey’s rules. “I have five rules memorise them. Rule number don’t bother sucking up….” I have found my dream girl. She knows grey’s anatomy to level of obsession I have. Can make a sweat-set looking fucking hot. And can hold her own during a game of Uno.

she adds. "Look, I am a stickler for rules," I begin, and she snorts. I can't see her, but I imagine her rolling her eyes as well. "I think rules were made to be followed, and that includes dining rules." "You know what I think? from now on you should have your meals alone so your rules can be followed to the letter, while I would have my meals alone or with Theo."

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.

"Well i wasn't.." " Yes i proudly am! You know why...? Hummm? So..Just in case that you're a little bit curious,huh little kitty..well it's because I follow my own rules, my own way, my own path..It's not like i'm boasting about myself..but I won’t play by societies made up of monogamous rules and I will not play by their dating rules, and also,I will not flirt with one girl but more than one..anyway i think that play dates are real bullshit..I love to live in the moment! Going out! Having fun! Doing crazy things! And ..I'm not really a fan of fairytales or love stories and so on..i'm unwilling to follow and live by the rules of women's tactics when it comes to dating!

She sat up. "Okay, big mouth, I'm going to lay down some rules." She began to unbutton her blouse. "Rule one. Your mouth stays shut while mine is open. Rule two. Every time you open your mouth—" she threw off her blouse, exposing to my delectation a pair of tits a Victoria's Secret model could have turned into a career— "I open more of myself."

“What else?” “I want…” She stopped. Tried again. “I want it to be allowed to look different from what she has. Different timelines, different structure. I want to not feel like I’m doing it wrong just because it doesn’t look like hers.” “It’s allowed,” I said. “Nobody set those rules. You made them.” She looked at me. “You make it sound simple.”

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!