Rodrick Rules Novels & Stories

He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

Rule 1: Never fall in love with your best friend’s sister. The first rule. The reason for all the others. The one rule I should never break, even though it has been broken from the start. Rule 2: Never lose control. Essential for a guy who lives one bad decision away from the edge. I use visualization, breathing, and mental drills.

Ryder’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Not Jenny? I saw you with her last night. You were doing it inside your car.” Rocco only smirked wider. “Come on, dude. Were you peeking at us while we were doing that? Was I great?” he said confidently. This time, Ryder smirked too. “Nope. Jenny screamed louder when I was the one with her.” Ryder Sandford was the biggest playboy on campus. He treated girls like toys, something to use for fun. He preferred relationships with no strings attached. A casual arrangement was enough for him.

He had thrown me away, humiliated me in front of everyone, kissed my sister in public—and now he wanted to claim that title again just to save his pride. Mr Rowan's kind expression remained but his voice grew firmer. "I understand your concern, but the rules are the rules, Alpha Roosevelt. They are in place for a reason. To build trust and alliance between pairs. They cannot be changed. It is tradition." Eric’s jaw tightened. “Then make an exception.” "The rule applies to everyone equally," Lyra stated coolly this time, her arms crossed. "No exceptions. Not even for you."

I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold. He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything. "You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!" Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side. I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor. "They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.

“Five! And your brilliant plan was not to inform me?” “With all due respect, my King, I thought we could handle it internally. I didn’t want to alarm—” “Alarm?” Alaric let out a dry laugh devoid of humor. “You have demons attacking your territory, five corpses in less than a week, and your concern was not alarming me?” This Rodrigo was the alpha of the North Coast pack. A broad man with graying hair and a square jaw who, under normal circumstances, would have intimidated anyone. But in front of Alaric, he looked like a scolded pup.

Hearing this alpha Philip smiled wildly instantly thinking of how much their lives were about to change for the better ” It would be an honor head alpha,” Alpha Philip said grinning “Good preparations for the mating ceremony to begin immediately. The mating ceremony is to be held in 3 days “Alpha Isaac the king responded with a grin on his face. After the king left, Penelope’s mother rushed towards her daughter's room almost stumbling as she walked. Penelope pulled my knees up to her chin, hugging them as tightly as possible she held my breath and tears poured out from her eyes. She had heard everything that was said no one cared about her feelings. “The seamstress is here,” her mother said

Dante gave her his full attention. “I tried to tell my brother.” She glared at Roland. “Stella and her crew have made this place a nightmare for us while you play your testosterone games. She beats the shit out of anyone she wants, she steals, and she manipulates to stay out of trouble. No one will stand against her.” That’s the girl I made a stand against last night. I wanted to find the nearest hole and bury myself in it. “What are the crew rules?” I didn’t understand but needed to.

The game became more intense. Every time he scored, he gave me that irritating little smile. Every time I scored, I celebrated just to annoy him. Finally, I managed to get another point. "Yes!" I raised my arms. Damien laughed. "You're celebrating too early." I pointed the paddle at him. "If I beat you, you have to get me whatever I want." He raised an eyebrow. "And if I win?" I hesitated. "You tell me." His eyes held mine. "If I win, I get to do what I want with you, right here.”

“Well…very few people know my real name. If I tell you, you have to swear not to speak it outside of circles where everyone knows. Right now, with me, you and Brax, it’s fine but when we are around others, you use my code name. I know it’s annoying and confusing but it is necessary. Promise me.” The severity came through in the man’s tone and only made Adira more curious about his past. What had happened to him? Why was his name such a big secret? What kind of ‘missions’ did he go on that created such a risk? It was like the longer she spoke to him, the more questions arose, and that thought frustrated her to no end. “I promise.” He searched her eyes with his own, checking for any hint of h