I Make My Own Rules Novels & Stories

I mumbled and started heading back into the house, Mike ran behind. “Wait, wait, are you visiting our rival company? What happened to the rule that said never to step a foot in our rival company?” Mike reminded and I stopped on my track, folding my hand in a fist. Damn! Yeah, I was the one who made the rules…well, I can break it. What the hell was I thinking when I made those rules anyways?? I cleared my throat and turned to him with an eye roll “There’s also another one that says, keep your enemy closer,” I whispered with a dry but scornful grin.

I stick by the rules. ‘The rule book rules? Or your own?’ ‘The rule book rules. I don’t make my own.’ ‘Not for Scrabble, maybe.’ The smile was suddenly gone, and something else had taken its place. Something far more lethal than smiles. ‘I’m not so sure about other little games.’

I asked. “Yes, rules, ” he replied, ” Rule #1, don’t flirt with other guys. Rule #2 don’t irritate me. Rule #3 you don’t leave unless you ask me for permission. Rule #4 if you disrespect me there will be consequences. And last but not least, Rule #5. Do what I tell you to do. “What kind of rules are those?” I frowned. “Those are the rules you’re gonna follow,” he replied. “But those rules are stupid,” I argued, “Last time I checked I was a free woman.”

I point over in his direction, turning around to sit against a windowsill to the far corner of the room. All their eyes wide on my behavior, but I ignored them, biting on my nails and adverting my eyes to look elsewhere.Listening in on Hunnie at the castle throwing up from drinking water, and Kris finally waking up in his chambers. It wasn't like me to go against my own rules of my kingdom. With help of all The Councils members for all the different beings and Ministers, we all came up with our rule system and regulations, and we all swore to a blood oath upon our people. It would make me look disloyal and make my mother want to murder me dearly, so I tried to avoid conflict within our custo

I asked him. He shrugged. "You go first." I nodded. "You cannot add, remove or edit rules from this moment on," I reminded him and he placed his pen on the table. I smiled, satisfied, before starting to tell him my rules. "I only have five," I told him. He nodded. "I only have three."

But enough. The entity didn’t like it when we joked. I filed that away for later. Selene Being vulnerable on purpose felt like pulling my own ribs apart. But the alternative—letting that thing pry them open and rummage through whatever it found—felt so much worse. “All right,” I said. “If we’re doing this, then we’re doing it properly.” Ronan eyed me warily. “Doing what.” “Making rules,” I said. “For us. For what it can and can’t use.”

No answer came by his side. “So, I will set some rules in this marriage so that we both can enjoy our freedom.” I continued. “There will be three rules. First is don’t touch me. I hate being touched by someone I don’t know. Second is I can do anything with myself. It means I have my own freedom and the last rule is don’t fall in love with me. I won’t be able to love anyone again.” I don’t even know why I made the last rule but there was an urge from my heart to make it.

My pack, my rules. My orders, my laws.

Just me. And I was done following rules.

leaving me with only one option. "I'm going to change the rules."