I Make My Own Rules Novels & Stories

"You're breaking the kitchen rules." "What kitchen rules?" "No cooking after eleven. Too much noise." Zane finally turned around. "Since when is that a rule?" "Since now." "You can't just make up rules." "I'm the Alpha. I can make whatever rules I want." "That's not how rules work!" "It's exactly how rules work!" I watched them start to argue and felt the peaceful moment shatter into pieces. "Can you two not do this?" I asked tiredly. "I'm not doing anything," Zane said. "I'm making you food. He's the one making up random rules."

Both smirking. Understanding clicks into place. “She didn’t sign herself up,” I say quietly. Colt follows my line of sight. “They did it?” “Yes.” “That’s—” “Against the rules. I know.” My hands curl into fists. King snarls. Hurt them. Make them pay. Not yet. I need to be smart about this. I set a no-backing-out rule specifically so pack members would take the tournament seriously. So they wouldn’t sign up on a whim and then quit when things got hard.

He chuckled, "Fine, then this 1 rule is a rule I can't interfere." My brain calculated or understood what he said as -> "I need to step up my game." "Rule #4." I stared at his eyes, "I can add rules you can't interfere any time that I want." I smirked. He face palmed. Literally.

He answered, still not backing down. My eyes flashed with a murderous glint and I stalked towards him like a Lion approaching its prey from behind, "I make the rules here." I said, staring him down venomously. "The Elders won't like this, they have been seeking chances to nitpick at your methods. This will create a perfect chance for them..." His words were cut off when I grabbed him in a chokehold, tightening my grip until he was gasping for air. "I make the rules, no one else!" I reiterated coldly, enunciating my words one after the other.

Rules once clear now meant nothing. This moment, I set the terms. Rules came from me now.

"You can just call me whatever you want, and I can call you..." "You have to pick one too," he shrugged as he turned into a road less busy than all the main roads but beautifully kept nonetheless. "Those are the rules." "And who the hell is making these rules?" "I am." "Then that means I can throw in one of mine, isn't that right?"

As we walked further, we realized there's different sections for each person with a wide space and desk. “Listen up. Kathy rules. One, key cards track your hours. Two, no guests without approval, three, whatever you shoot here belongs to Golden lens and four, you miss quota, you lose the space.” We listened carefully. Then he passed key cards to all of us. “These are all your cards for your studios. You own one each. That's the privilege of being winners. You all have the rest of the afternoon to get to know each other better.”

It was a way to tell the world he was no longer just a blade raised by the consigliere, but a man capable of making his own rules. I didn’t stop it. In fact, I made sure the cash gifts, floral arrangements, and security details were handled flawlessly. My right-hand man didn’t understand. He asked if I was really planning to swallow this. I was sitting in front of my vanity mirror, trying on a pair of black lace gloves. When I heard that, I just smiled. “How could I possibly swallow it?” I said. “I just want him to stand a little higher… so the fall is harder.”

I tried to reason with him. “I can’t do that” he tells me with a voice of finality. If I’m smart I would calm down and ask him to talk about this gently like I always do but I, don’t I’m too upset, too angry “can’t or won’t?” I asked He crosses the room to where I’m standing his hand reaches for me then retreats halfway “it’s not part of the rules” he sighs, “you don’t understand the consequences of your actions. I will forgive you this time because our friends’ life was in danger but don’t ever tell me how to conduct my business.”

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.