Rule Breakers Series Novelas e Histórias

I cried. Rick began to take off his belt. “Not if I have anything to say about it.” “Rick, please. I promise I didn't get them by doing anything bad. I promise.” I wiped my eyes. He unlaced his belt and I closed my eyes waiting for the first strike. After the first three hits in the first three screams, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't do this anymore. I had done nothing wrong. I may not have earned the money they bought those clothes but I did earn the money they paid for those repairs to the bike I wrecked. I work. I've been working. I've been cleaning.

I raised my voice at him, getting even more angrier as I replayed what had happened in my mind. “I knew he was going to” Tobi said again with no hint of remorse. “But he did hurt himself in the process and it’s all your fault” I shouted angrily, angry that he wasn’t even apologizing or trying to make things right. “Wouldn’t be the first” Tobi said and immediately he realized what he said he bit into his bottom lips. “I’m fine Emma” Jacob said behind me, I didn’t even know he was right behind me. I turned to him and realized that his head was hurt pretty bad and he seems to be struggling to keep himself standing and his eyes opened.

His movements looked slightly delayed, like his mind was somewhere else entirely. Then, it happened so fast. The slid slipped. The thin piece of glass hit the edge of the table awkwardly and cracked sharply against the metal stand. Aaron reacted instinctively and reached for it before it could fall completely. Wrong move. I heard the quiet hiss leave his mouth almost immediately. The broken slide hit the floor a second later as everything around us paused. “Aaron—” Chloe grabbed his wrist instantly. A thin line of blood was already running across his palm. Chairs scraped loudly against the floor all at once.

Aleck yelled in anger. I flinched at his words. Everything was really sudden and I tried to explain but they weren't taking any of that. The others looked at me in disgust and pretended to whisper to each other, even though it was clearly audible. "Did you see? Rai's in the news!" "He murdered his mother and his 2 year old sister! Can you believe it?!" "He's a heartless monster! How could he do that to a 2 year old girl?" "He's as horrible as sin! Look at those bodies!"

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

Emma poured him some wine, I watched the liquor being gulped. With a finger snap, Ricardo, one of the guards came forward with a black note. Black notes meant Rules and Punishments attached. I stood up with the little strength left, balancing my feeble limbs on the smooth floor surface, my hands massaging my chin to relieve the slap effect. "For having broken two rules-" He read but I cut him off rudely. "I only broke one rule and that's visiting the outside world," I corrected him, my eyes on Eric. What other rule did I break? Deep down, my heart palpitated furiously against my chest. The thought of having committed another crime without knowing made me quaver, visible goosebumps surfaced m

The cry left my mouth before I even knew. I waited. I waited to hear what Kelly would say, what she would think of me, but it didn't come. The line went dead silent. For minutes she just kept quiet. Then her voice came through the phone still in that quiet manner. “I also fucked my step uncle last night. I feel bad about it. But we're young. We should live. We should feel. Break rules. Learn and move on. We only live once.” I felt better immediately. I felt relieved. Finally someone didn't judge. Didn't condemn and didn't look at me with eyes that meant I had betrayed my friend.

when I can not sleep. But this feels like winning. This feels like a man in scrubs, in a hallway, in a hospital, bumping my shoulder, in the small, specific, very specific way that is the entire thing. I think: Discreet is going to be the hardest rule we have ever broken. I think: we are going to break it constantly. I think: I am going to be a person who breaks rules. I am going to be a person who breaks rules with this man. To be continued...

The Wallbreakers, elite soldiers trained to fight ghosts and vampires, were suddenly locked in a steel box with eleven biological horrors. One of the creatures, more animal than man, let out a shriek that shattered the light fixtures and leaped. It slammed into a Wallbreaker, its claws, elongated and black, tearing through the ceramic armor as if it were cardboard. The soldier’s rifle discharged once, uselessly, before he was torn in half.

I asked, flopping onto his couch. He checked his phone. "Oh my god, it's three in the morning." "You know what that means," I said. "Rule number five," we both said at the same time, and then together, "always make breakfast tacos after a successful mission!" We clapped hands and fell onto his bed still laughing, both of us grabbing pillows and hitting each other with them like we were twelve years old again. "Guess who's the fake girlfriend of the year," I said, smacking him with a pillow.