Novel & Cerita I Make My Own Rules

“I’d be anything but uncomfortable, ma’am. You should try it.” My mouth fell open in horror. I glared at him which only made his grin wider. “You’re impossible.” I threw my hands in the air, giving up. “Why are you even making these damn rules if you’re just going to keep breaking them.” I blinked. “…What?” “Rules without consequences aren’t rules, ma’am. They’re… suggestions.” Oh no. “We’re not doing consequences,” I said quickly. “Oh, we definitely are.” He faced me fully again, crossing his arms like he’d been waiting for this moment. “Otherwise you’ll keep breaking your own rules and blaming me.”

Most needed. Master has many rules for me. Rules I must obey. Rules that govern every aspect of my life. One of the most important rules is this: I must never speak unless spoken to. This rule, above all others, defines my existence. It is the foundation upon which my world is built.

He opened it and turned to me. “There are rules here, different from the world you’re from. You mess up, I blow your brains out "

She gasped. “You can’t!” “I do!” The room shook from the sound of his voice. “This is my pack. I make the rules,” he growled. “My people follow what I say. I won’t be pushed into anything. I’ll find my mate my own way. The elders can fuck off.”

No more rules. Just us.

I said, turning to face him fully, "and you are right." "Right about what?" "For this plan to work, we'll need rules." I crossed my arms. "Rules?" His smirk faltered. "Yes—rules." I snapped. "And if you break even one, I swear I'll cut your tongue out before the Demon Alpha gets the chance." He gulped as his expression settled on me. "What rules?"

"The rules state that you are to engage with the process. If I ask you a question about the work, you answer." I didn't move. I just looked through him, like he was made of glass. "Talk to me," he commanded. "Tell me you hate me. Tell me I’m a monster again. Just don't do this." I reached out and picked up the small chalkboard he used for notes. I wrote one word on it: Rule 3. I held it up. Rule 3 was the one he made: You don't speak unless spoken to about the work. I was using his own cage to lock him out.

This explains it. I just nodded my head even though the truth is, I don't understand anything. I only know one. Their rules are a total weirdo. Their rules are a word of impossible. Very unrealistic, but then again I'm on another planet. I just thought, could planet nemesis be real? Hehehe.

I freaked out. "This irritates me, so no change in this rule." I said and smiled evilly. "This is too much." I complained and he laughed devilishly. "You have to pick my call in one ring. You have to reply to my message within a minute." "How many more rules are there? How will I remember all this?" I interrupted. "Don't worry I'll send you all the rules in written form. Now listen to them and something which you can't follow you can tell me."

My long blonde hair was in messy pigtails, and I was pouting straight into the camera, hips swaying to the trending audio. “Like, what’s the point of rules if they’re just gonna ruin all the fun?” I whined to my 87k followers, voice all sugar and sass. “My stepdad thinks he can ground me for posting one little bikini pic. As if. Watch me break every rule he makes tonight.”