The 100 Rules Of The Internet

After April found out her husband’s real intentions with her, she ran away to the ravines, where she fell. It was impossible that she’d have survived after that fall. Six years later luck seems to be on her side when a powerful man appears in her way and asks her to be his translator for the upcoming meeting he will have. But soon he realizes that April isn’t a naive woman but she’s someone who had been waiting for this opportunity to be reborn as the karma of those who betrayed her. Soon she’ll know what a mistake she made when she accepted to live with one of the most powerful Mafia bosses. Soon he’ll know that he might rule the whole world but her. Soon he’ll discover that a god also needs his goddess to feel complete. Soon she’ll accept to be under his rules. “Make me yours, son of Hades. Put me under Hades’ rules.”

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

Avery had loved Elliot for too long. She had played some tricks behind his back to get his attention. But, what happens when things don't exceed her expectations. She only wanted to acquire a lover but she ends up being gifted three babies in return. But, things don't go her way after she finds out about the pregnancy. So she runs away to save herself from Elliot's wrath. What will she do when she returns and the man who supposedly hated her is beginning to show signs of warmth towards her?

I’m Lily Stephens. Twenty‑six years old. Four years of my life devoted to Sunflower Company—only to have my promotion erased as if my work never existed. Then he returned. William Thomas—cold, calculated, untouchable. To everyone else, he’s power in its sharpest form. But to me, he’s the shadow that won’t leave my past… and now he’s everywhere in my present. He barely looks at me. In every decision, every meeting, he listens to her, never me. And yet somehow, every move he makes feels like it’s aimed straight at me. I can’t walk away. I can’t explain why. So I stay—and the longer I stay, the more I see that this isn’t just about work. It’s personal. It’s dangerous. And whatever William Thomas is after… it’s something only I can give.

He was my ex’s older brother. Now he’s my professor. And I just fell into his lap — literally. After a brutal breakup, Eli just wants to survive his final year of law school in peace. What he doesn’t expect is Carter Vale — cold, powerful, and off-limits. Oh, and now standing at the front of his classroom. Carter doesn’t care about rules. Especially when Eli starts testing his control. One slip. One taste. And suddenly, his office… has new rules.

Ava Sinclair has one rule—stay away from jocks. They’re arrogant, they’re reckless, and they’re nothing but distractions. As Westbridge University’s top student, she has a strict schedule of study sessions, internships, and zero tolerance for football players, especially Logan Carter. Logan, on the other hand, thrives on breaking rules. When his teammates make a bet date the nerdy girl who’s never fallen for a jock he takes it as a challenge. After all, no one resists Logan Carter. But Ava does. Every time he flirts, she shuts him down but Logan isn’t one to back down, so he ups his game. But somewhere between the chaos, the teasing, and the forced proximity thanks to Ava's eviction that makes them neighbors, Logan starts falling for the very girl he was supposed to play. When Ava discovers the bet, will Logan be able to prove that this game stopped being a game a long time ago? Or will she show him that, for the first time, Logan Carter has met his match?

“This is what you wanted, right?” His voice was dark, teasing. “Parading around my house in these bikinis?” “I think you like it,” He continued, his breath hot against my ear. “Knowing I’m watching. Knowing exactly what you do to me.” * * * * * Riane has had a crush on her stepfather for as long as she could remember. But even with her mother gone, Cyril won’t look her way. She can’t tell if it’s her lack of appeal or his need to maintain his image as a Hollywood A-lister, but she knows that every night when she dreams or when she touches herself, it’s Cyril that’s in her head, and that’s who she wants in her bed. It’s always a game for her. To break down the walls that Cyril had around him. Raine has broken every rule that Daddy made. All that’s left is to break him… Only that, she didn’t know that she was always his.

From the beginning, Samuel Aarick (CEO of Flown Enterprise) had his eyes on Beatrice. Besides the debt her father owed, Samuel felt that Beatrice deserved to be one of his kept women at the headquarters. In addition to being an influential CEO in the Southern Region, Samuel is also the leader of the Twin Dragons clan. The Twin Dragons are known to be ruthless and merciless. Their power extends to various illicit businesses, including arms and drug trafficking. For Samuel, it was easy to obtain Beatrice. He forgot that love can come knocking on his heart at any time. This includes when Beatrice is in danger due to Samuel thoroughly investigating the issue of his subordinate being shot for no apparent reason. Beatrice is kidnapped, which further fuels Samuel's anger. He makes an effort to free her and starts to question himself. Is this just love or something more?

Hi there. Have you ever heard of the San Francisco Boys? No? That’s surprising. They’re kind of hard to miss — masks, billions of followers on YouTube, death-defying stunts that make your heart stop mid-beat. Reckless. Untouchable. Addictive to watch. Yeah … those guys. BUT … these stories ain’t really about them. Not exactly. They’re about the girls who get pulled into their chaos … and survive. About what happens when one of those boys stops being a legend… and becomes your worst mistake. How do I know? Because I’m one of those girls. Melaena Angélica Blackburn. A girl who fell for a San Francisco boy. Damion Grimm. All-time playboy. Professional pain in my ass. Double world champion. Thrill chaser with a death wish and a god complex. He lives by the rules — HIS rules. Ride hard. Screw fast. Feel nothing. That’s how he keeps his demons on a leash. He doesn’t do blondes. He doesn’t do promises. And he sure as hell doesn’t do me — his best friend’s little sister. He shattered me first. And I’ve hated him ever since … or maybe I just needed a reason to. Because hate starts to feel a lot like something else when it burns hot enough. But … the Blackburn name is cursed. My psycho grandfather? Yeah. Even death didn’t shut him up. Old enemies crawl back. Secrets crack open. Monsters rise. And I've learned real fast that evil doesn’t always look like a monster. Sometimes it wears a familiar face. Control slips. Lines blur. Fate? She’s a cruel bitch. But I’m not the girl who breaks. I’m the one who burns. And I’m going to break every damn rule to get what I want.

"Sign the divorce papers, Nora." I didn't cry. I simply looked at the billionaire husband who had ignored me for three years and made one final demand. "One hundred days, Silas. Move back into my bedroom. Touch me like a man obsessed with his wife. On Day 101, I will sign the papers and walk away." Arrogant and certain, he agreed, assuming it was a desperate plea to use my body to win his heart back. He had no idea what he was walking into. By Day 20, the cold, untouchable CEO is rushing home just to pin me against our bedroom door. By Day 50, he’s pulling me into his lap, whispering breathless, desperate promises in the dark. He is addicted to the friction, using every searing kiss and heavy touch to forcefully brand me as his. He thinks the heated nights we share mean I am finally surrendering. He doesn't know the truth. I’m not using these 100 nights to fall back in love with him. I’m using his counterfeit passion to completely numb my heart. While my body responds to his fire, my soul is freezing over. On Day 100, Silas pours his soul into the most emotionally raw night of my life. He falls asleep holding me tight, entirely convinced his absolute worship has won me back forever. But on Day 101, he wakes up to cold sheets, an empty closet, and a signed contract. His money couldn't buy me. His touch couldn't keep me. Now, the billionaire who thought he was playing a game will burn his empire to the ground to find the wife who gave him her body, but vanished with her soul.