The Summer Of Broken Rules Novels & Stories

Noemi was going to have to face him soon, and when that time came he might not play by the rules. End of Volume 2: Summer of Love

"May, I've put up with you for far too long. Flaunting your fancy job, dictating 'you're in charge of the world outside, I handle home affairs.' I'm the man! I'm no slave of yours! "Rowena is different. She loves me, treats me like I'm her world, and gives me the dignity of a man." Rowena, the neighbor I had always looked out for, stood smirking behind him. "Thanks a million for handing over such a catch, May. Oh, and those healthy kids, too. Without you, I'd be at a loss with my own dead baby." I tried to fight back but was mercilessly pushed under the water. In my final moments, I saw my real daughter, the one they had switched, screaming to stop those monsters, only to be struck until she

I have to remain rational and composed. I look up and see warrior Levi reaching out to pull Summer from Hermes. However, the moment he touches her, everything crumbles. It is as if we were watching an image carved in thin glass or molded from clay breaking. The image shattered into thin fragments and instantly turned into thin wisps of smoke.

They were too absorbed in looking at the monument and remembering that night to notice my paralyzed state. I was also remembering that night. But another moment, before I fell into the fountain. *** [Flashback on] “Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, It's home from work we go” I could see Tom stumbling along singing the song of the seven dwarfs from Snow White, laughing like a hyena. I was laughing too, we all were, with all the alcohol in our systems even the air was funny.

Only one messaged from him and all my worries would be gone. “I hope he won’t get mad.” I whispered while staring the table out from the garden. Until now I couldn’t believe that our house was still the same. I thought Demir would let Laura lived here and changed everything. As I was about to stand the frame suddenly fell on the ground. My heart skipped in surprise to hear the loud bang and the broken pieces of glasses scattered on the ground. I was about to pick one of the broken glasses but it pinned on my fingers and so as my phone suddenly vibrated.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

At first, Summer hits my chest, wanting me to leave, but when I grasp both of her hands and push them above her head, as well as deepening the kiss, she moans lightly and I use every strength in me not to go all caveman ok her. "I don't want you talking about yourself in relation to me," I let out. "You are supposed to be exclusive for the next ninety days," she grits out. Chuckling, I lean in closer and say, my words brushing against her skin. "That rule, little pet, is for you. But me? Don Sorvino? I would fuck whoever I want and how I want it," I say frankly. I watch the challenge in Summer's eyes grow, I watch her puff her chest at me and her. She cackles, I know I have put a mark on her

"That's the point. You're not trusted yet, Summer. You're here because I allow it, not because you have some right to be. Until I can be sure you won't try something foolish again, the guard stays." "I'm not one of your wolves, Dominic!" she said, her voice rising in frustration. "You can't control me like you do them." "No, you're not," he replied evenly. "But as long as you're in my kingdom, you will follow my rules." Summer took a step closer to the desk, her eyes blazing. "So, this is how it's going to be? I'm nothing more than a caged animal to you." Dominic's jaw tightened. "You're here under my protection, Summer. Don't forget that. I could have left you to fend for yourself out there

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.

Just us. As laughter and music swelled around them, the camera of memory captured the moment of four hearts, once fractured, now mended. Not perfect. But whole. Because sometimes, the night didn't end in darkness. Sometimes, it ended in light. And that was enough.