New Rules Lyrics Novels & Stories

In his first life, Iniko lived with pain and loneliness. His unviable egg was taken to a laboratory where he was brought to life by a cruel scientist, only to be held captive and abused. When he escaped, he was alone in the world. That changed when he found Eliane. He fell in love with her and gave her his heart, only for her to be mated to his brother. Knowing he would always be a third wheel and wanting Eliane to know that he truly loved her, he gave his life to save her. That should have been the end of his story, but on the night they burned his body, Phoenix heard the heartbreaking cries of those around her. She used her powers of resurrection and pulled Iniko’s ashes into a glass egg where his body reformed and regrew. In his second life, Iniko was born as he should have been. As the son of Avani and Zephyr, Iniko was raised with love and affection. He has no memory of his horrible past. When he turns five, Iniko shifts into his human form for the first time. Immediately after shifting, he sees her, his mate, announcing their bond to everyone who came to watch his first shift. But Iniko is the only one who doesn’t remember his past. He’s the only one who doesn’t know what his life was like before, or that he gave himself to his brother’s mate when he knew she didn’t belong to him. Can Iniko and his mate get past the history he knows nothing about and forge a new life together? When Iniko learns about his first life, will he and Ancalagon remain friends? What will it mean that a second Alpha of Alphas has awakened?

Professor Zira Voss has spent years building a reputation for control. At Hawthorne College she is known for her sharp intellect, strict standards, and the cool authority that keeps students firmly in their place. But Zira has a secret. Late at night, behind a locked door and the glow of her laptop screen, she becomes Obsidian Queen—the anonymous patron of a mysterious livestream performer known only as Shadowed Knight. What began as a private escape from pressure and loneliness was never meant to follow her into the real world. Until the day a new transfer student walks into her lecture hall. Tristan Vale is confident, observant, and far too perceptive for comfort. When Zira notices the sleek black card that links him to the identity she knows online, a dangerous realization takes hold. The secret they share could destroy them both. Zira risks her hard-earned career and reputation. Tristan risks the scholarship that brought him to Hawthorne. What begins as a tense battle for control soon spirals into a rivalry neither of them can easily escape. And just when Zira thinks the situation cannot become more complicated, Damian—the man from her past who refuses to let her go—returns, determined to reclaim his place in her life. With secrets closing in and tensions rising, the lines between control, obsession, and vulnerability begin to blur.

On the third day of my business trip out of state, someone new joined the group chat formed for my son's class. It had been quiet for weeks when she suddenly sent a voice message. I tapped it, and an unfamiliar woman's voice played through my phone. "Hello, everyone. I'm the new language teacher at the school, and I'm also Tony Gardner's mother. Looking forward to getting to know you all!" My whole body went cold. I opened the group member list and checked it over and over. My son's name was Tony Gardner, and she said she was Tony Gardner's mother. Then, who the hell was I? I immediately called my husband. "Did someone get added to the parent group by mistake?" He paused on the other end before he laughed it off like it was nothing. "Oh, probably just a mix-up. The school has so many kids. It's not unusual for kids to have the same names. What's the matter? Did something happen?" I kept my voice light and told him everything was fine. The second I hung up, I booked the next flight home and headed straight to my son's school.

After I confessed to my childhood crush, he smirked and said, "If you can get that loser to drink from the same bottle you did, I'll date you." Seriously? Was I really reborn fifteen years ago? I raced over to Noah—top of the class and hot as hell—and dropped the water bottle on his desk in front of everyone. He clocked the lipstick stain, face turning crimson. Future business mogul? Right now, he looked like some poor kid waiting to get crushed. I nudged the bottle closer. "Using that genius brain to collect bottles for cash? Kinda tragic. Be my private tutor instead." He might be broke, but lucky for him, I've got money to burn.

My wife, Vivian Lane, is the wealthiest woman. Her assistant had made it clear he had three "do-not-disturb" rules: no messages after work, no calls on weekends, and absolutely no contact when he was in a bad mood. Because of this, the company lost a major deal—one worth over a hundred million. Yet the assistant looked completely unbothered. "Sorry, I had no idea one phone call could make such a difference. If something goes wrong and I have to be the one to take the blame, fine—I'm just another cog in the machine." My wife snapped, "Who said anything about blaming you? You did exactly what you were told." She shot me a look of pure irritation. "You take the profits from the project, and when things fall apart, you dump it on the regular employees? Is that how you run a business? If your company folds over something this small, it just proves you're not fit to be in charge." It suddenly clicked, and I let out a quiet laugh. So she thought this project belonged to my company? I didn't bother correcting her. To be honest, I couldn't really hold it against her—after all, it wasn't my company going under.

Vera Moore is an eighteen-year-old slave who only wanted to kill Gregor Vartimosso to avenge her family and Luna Beatrice. But she found herself entangled with the three high class kings. Is she able to accomplish her mission when one of them is her mate?

"I, Iris, daughter of the unknown, offspring of fire, will rise from the ashes. Await my return." Plagued by amnesia and trapped in a loveless marriage, Iris slowly realizes that everything she thought she knew about herself is a lie weaponized to keep her caged. But cages break eventually. She makes her move, returning as someone no one expected. Powerful and burning with vengeance. She's here to take back what was rightfully hers. Except there's a hitch. And it comes in the form of a puppy-eyed, dangerously obsessed Lycan who's sniffed her out—and who’d rather jump off a cliff than let her go again. Now Iris must learn to juggle two missions: reclaiming her stolen life… and dealing with the one creature who refuses to leave her heart alone.

When Elena Thunder finds the most perfect man to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve, she thinks its fate. But little does she know that Knight Blaze isn’t as simple as he seems and that the only reason he spends the night with her is because he has something entirely different on his mind. Come morning, Knight leaves Elena feeling hurt and betrayed and with something she’d have never anticipated from a one-night stand with a stranger, a baby conceived on New Year’s Eve. But Elena isn’t weak and she doesn’t let heartbreak bring her down. She decides to raise her child without a father. But fate has other plans for her as she accidentally bumps into Blaze once more during a fashion show and this time, he’s determined to make her stay.

Stuck in a failed relationship and with a nice pair of horns adorning her head, Carina Fernandes finds herself in yet another mess. Her best friend's plan was simple and practical: they were going to go out for fun in a luxurious bar, where her salary as a recently graduated architect wouldn't even pay for sparkling water. However, everything falls apart, and she ends up waking the next day in the bed of an unknown Italian woman. Veronica Vacchiano was a great, irresistible little devil. And the Brazilian, bluntly and with a few screws loose, would end up tasting the poison of her “sweet and beloved” ex-sister-in-law.

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".