Under Her Rules Novels & Stories

The first night I married into the Decker family in Markusson City, Rachael Decker had me sign an agreement. It required every expense after the wedding to go through her approval. "The gap between our families is too wide," she'd said. "This is to protect you from gossip." I'd accepted it without a second thought. Then came her pregnancy, and the mood swings that went with it. I stayed up with her every night until dawn, and the lack of sleep gave me splitting headaches. So I sent her a payment request on ClickCart for a head massager. It cost twelve dollars. She rejected it in seconds. "That's a waste of money. I'm the one who's pregnant, and I don't even have a headache. You need t

“Yes. But you are chosen. Not for skill, but for what I want to have.” Her heart stutters. Have? She’s probably six years older than him; she shouldn’t feel this way. “You don’t call unless instructed. You don’t interrupt unless invited. You don’t lie. And when I give a directive, you follow it.” She nods. Heat pools low in her stomach, unwanted, undeniable. “If you break a rule, we handle it privately.” The single sheet he slides across the table is stark. Precise. Demanding. It doesn’t ask for her labor, it asks for her autonomy.

I turned sharply, my voice low and firm. “As long as you’re in my house, I can—and will—deny anything I don’t approve.” She tried again. “I’m just asking for a little freedom.” “You sleep in my bed. You eat from my kitchen. Your life is in my hands now. Did you forget what you signed last night? Want me to remind you?” She went quiet. Her jaw tightened. Good. She understood. I stepped closer, my pace slow and deliberate. "As long as you’re under my roof, you follow my rules. Like it or not.”

Who knows? Left for dead by her own mother, now kidnapped and forced into a life of prostitution. My goodness, could this situation get any worse? It’s like a horror movie, and we’re the helpless victims. The only thing missing is a creepy soundtrack and some jump scares. And to think, I was upset about burning my toast this morning. Talk about first-world problems. Screw those stupid rules! “I don’t give a damn about their rules!” I growl, relishing in her surprise at my sudden outburst. “Those arrogant masters and their crappy rules can shove it wherever they want. I won’t subject you to this,” I declare, charging towards her.

“Okay. Six, Never miss his match and always there in every inter or intra school games. She must not be shy She must smile and hold hands She must put effort to make him the best player with her photography club team and feature him in magazine and school activities She must support his team and She must do everything to bring down Elliot's team by opening an anonymous account to bring Elliot down after he manipulated her.” My eyes widened and I wanted to feel pity but I remembered all he had done so I clenched my jaws. “I like that one.” Now, reading the ‘Rules we mustn't break. “We don't have to make love anywhere that isn't school unless it's in front of both our parents. Must not develop

“We can change that.” She frowns. “You keep saying we.” “Yes,” he replies. “You’re part of it now.” Her laugh is brittle. “That’s not how that works.” “It is for us,” he says. She looks between the three of us, eyes sharp despite exhaustion. “Then tell me the rules,” she says. “Every place has rules.” She’s right. I crouch again, keeping my voice level. “Rule one,” I say. “No one touches you without permission.”

No, never! Shana knew the rules by heart. How could not she? She had made them after so many thoughts. Sitting under the shadow of him, noticing his huge body, attractive face, but with a hint of anger on it, Shana spoke," Yes." "Care to speak it aloud. I want you to know how absurd your rules are. "not able to hide the sarcasm and anger, he blurted out. He really wanted to shout and ask her, " Have you gone insane? Do you even know how crazy your rules are? "

She was only 15 when she took the throne. The Underworld prospered higher and higher under her rule. She was a good ruler who knew the hardship of her people. More importantly, she acted to improve the lifestyle of the Underworld. She was more than qualified to act independently compared to the rest of them. Alas, Aidan gave a weak nod at her, acknowledging his mistake. Malikul raised his shaky hand as he pushed his arms off the ground and sat on it.

She whispered but with an angry tone that made my whole system tremble, because her hair suddenly flew up, his eyes turned red and it gave off a very black aura. "T-Triste, I was just kidding." I said while stuttering in fear that I felt right now. She then released me. "Any way, I have no choice because we have to fight an Arte Fight, and another rule that I must follow and that will benefit you. The rule is It's simple, you can use any Enchanment, whereas when I use any Enchanment and Hold Power will automatically disqualified me and you will became the winner. Deal? " She explained. Gosh! I think she's making fun of me because of that rule that super benifits me. Is this pervert underesti

She takes him in all over again. Wilhelm is fantastically built with well-sculpted muscles. He's tall, he looks hard and intimidating whereas Richard looked soft in everything. No muscles. He is just beautiful and sly. Or simply wise and sly. "It's all part of the game." "You're so involved in this. Should I pay you?" She looked impressed. "Not really but I wouldn't mind exchanging the payment for the cancellation of one of our rules." "Speaking of rules. I told you that you don't have to kiss me. What the hell did that mean?"