Rule Novel Novels & Stories

10 RULES OF OUR LOVE LOLA'S POV “You were planning to force me into getting married to Anna Richard, dad, so I came up with the idea of a contract wife, and I went ahead with it. But the contract is in the past now because I love Lola so much, and I can’t live without her,” Andrea explained to his dad, and his dad breathed out a sigh of relief.

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

"Enjoy, don't say anything back." Eland wanted to protest massively, but since the look in those eyes contained too much magic, he gave in. He gave a resigned nod. Which Anne immediately greeted with a single smile and a quick kiss, which Eland wanted to return, but... "A-a-a... the rules already apply." Eland could only sigh in frustration. "Fine! I'm yours."

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]

Kate tried convincing him but when Ralph didn’t listen to her, she gave up. On the other hand, Ace was facing the situation almost as same as Edwin. Jacob couldn’t take the fact that Ace became friends with their rival. They were in Ace's guest house, still fighting over the same topic. “Why don’t you understand? He is our rival.” Jacob shouted.

He went completely still, and I heard his breath catch. "Jake." My name was a warning. "What?" I grabbed a mug, playing innocent. "Just getting coffee." "You know what." He finally turned, and the look on his face sent heat straight to my groin. His eyes were dark, jaw tight, and there was something almost dangerous in the way he was looking at me. "You're playing a very risky game." "Maybe I like risk." I poured my coffee slowly, letting him watch me. "Maybe I'm done playing it safe."

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

“Classic Mom.” “You’re twenty, Ivy,” she said tightly. “You’re not cute. You’re not interesting. You’re a liability.” “Wow,” I said. “Touching.” “If you want to stay in this house, there will be rules.” “Oh, I can’t wait.” Her eyes sharpened. “Don’t bring boys here. Don’t sneak out. No parties. No mess. No drama.” “So I should probably stop talking to you?” “I swear to God—” “I’m joking,” I said, tossing my keys into the glass bowl on the console. “Mostly.”

I push myself up on one elbow, squinting at the paper pinned beneath the metal clip. The bold red-inked heading: Rules. Dozens of them. Typed out in neat black font. They must have crept in here while I was dead to the world, pasting this little manifesto to my wall like I’m some kind of prisoner in a reform school. Stupid house. I kick the heavy duvet off my legs, slide my bare feet against the cold hardwood floor. I don’t read them. It’s useless. I just head out of the room, letting the anger carry me down the long, silent corridor and straight toward the kitchen.

“Man, lay off. Don’t be an ass.” Rowan snorted and dragged Emrys closer by the collar of his Ridgeview jacket. “Oh? What, you want her to tutor you extra hard, Em? Want to get shagged by our little princess tutor here?” Emrys shoved his hand off and looked away, his face turning pink. “Shut up, Rowan.” I crossed my arms and my voice came out lower than I expected. “You’re all disgusting.” Kieran chuckled, tapping his fingers on the table. “Aw, come on. We’re just messing with you. But seriously… why Orion? Out of all the idiots in the state, you picked the hockey prince from our rival school. Not one of us fine Ridgeview gentlemen?”