His Rules Novels & Stories

“You’re impossible!” He grinned, holding her close, his arms unyielding, his kiss brushing her cheek. The sea breeze curled around them, warm and salty. Lily rested her forehead against his, her smile bright and unguarded. In that moment, with the world safe and the night quiet around them, she whispered happily: “It’s his rules… it’s his style.” And William’s grin deepened as the waves rolled on, carrying their laughter into the endless dark.

AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW. He walks in like a man ready for war, uncaring about the fact that my very dangerous grandfather stands in this very room, the owner of the house he just barged into. He has no idea, but he just breached one of Grandfather's rules. My house is my fortress. No one comes in or out, not without my permission and approval. His voice drones in yet again, reminding me of another lesson from years ago. The sight of Desmond's broken fingers is on my mind. One of his friends from college had followed him here, unknown to Desmond, and grand grandfather punished him for two things.

Without warning, he shifted closer, closing the space between us until I could feel his presence press into mine. "While we're still on good terms," he said calmly, "there are a few things you need to understand." I turned to look at him. "Like what?" "The rules," he said simply. "There are five." I blinked. "Rules?" He smiled, but there was nothing soft about it. "First," he said, voice firm, "you don't talk to other men unless I say you can." "Second, don't test my patience. I don't handle disobedience well."

Inayat smiled warmly and cupped her cheek. “I know, Aabroo.” Her voice was soft. “There’s a fire inside you that only burns when man-made rules try to cage what’s right. And that fire — don’t ever let it go out.” She glanced over her shoulder. “And I’m sure Raj meant no harm.” A smile bloomed on Aabroo’s lips. “Thank you for understanding me.” Inayat kissed her cheek. “Ah, you’re my daughter, my love.” She brushed her fingers gently down Aabroo’s arm. “Now go to bed. It’s late, and you’ve had enough fire for one night.”

I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

"Do you have any idea you've ruined me? Weren't you the one bragging that all of Ethan's projects were really your deals? Is this how you 'handled' things? "If you hadn't missed Mr. Harrison's call because of your stupid three 'do-not-disturb' rules, we wouldn't have lost over a hundred million in investment! You useless idiot!" Lesley stood there stunned, trying to defend himself. "Vivian, I'm just an employee—if they don't want to invest, what am I supposed to do? It's not like..." Vivian froze, a bitter lump forming in her throat. Those words. She'd heard them before. So familiar—but now the pain was hers.

Kian sat at the polished wooden bar in the Rodgers suite, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and aged whiskey. The place buzzed with low conversations and the clink of glasses, a haven for travelers seeking fleeting connections He nursed a scotch on the rocks, his broad shoulders relaxed against the leather stool, unaware that the night would soon turn his solitude into a playground of wandering hands.

I asked, confused. He looked at me without saying anything or blinking. Just stared. Just when I thought he zoned out, he replied. “Seven days, seven rules. You break one, you earn a strike.” He said. Seven rules? How was I going to survive? Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed earlier. Who was I joking with? I don’t have a choice. “Yes sir.” “Your rule for today, I must not get to any meeting before you. You come after me for even one meeting, you earn a strike.”

He spreads his arms along the back like he’s claiming territory. “Should I be taking notes on this legislation?” “Rule one: no women. Period. End of discussion.” “Already jealous? We’ve been roommates for twelve hours.” I ignore his smirk. “Rule two: no unauthorized exits. Rule three: no mysterious phone calls. Rule four: no suspicious meetings. This apartment is now Fort Knox.” He stretches his legs out, all lazy confidence and dangerous muscle. “That’s actually three separate rules, but who’s counting?” “Rule five: keep your hands off my belongings.”