A Risk On Forever Novels & Stories

he sighed and said, "But it was also dangerous." "He was right, I was young and I shouldn't learn some things that beyond a kid's mind just like me, but uncle Zhukre still taught me about what other humans do with technologies, they captured video and sell them on the dark web. And I clearly understood what he meant about what he said, it was also indeed dangerous," Grey thought. "Thank you, Zhukre," Grey said as they were heading back home to Mizuki, but then they were not that close when Grey noticed the black smoke floating in the air.

Don't let a kid's promise hold you back. I kept silent as Allie's soft words slowly sunk in. I didn't want to admit it, but she was right. I was just afraid to let go of the one thing that I'd been holding on as a hope that he'd come for me. I feared that if I let go of this promise, there would be no ties between us, every moment we spent would be vanished in thin air, like it never happened in the first place.

His future with Olivia wasn’t just an idea anymore—it was a reality, a beautiful, terrifying reality that he didn’t want to face alone. He took her hand, holding it between both of his, his fingers tracing the lines of her palm, as if memorizing the feeling of her skin. “Olivia, I don’t know what the future holds. But I know that I want to face it with you by my side. I want to make promises that I’ll keep, no matter what. And I want you to be my forever.” Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and wonder filling them. "Ethan... what are you saying?"

It felt wrong, but I was curious about his point of view. “Baby girl, if your journal is a novel, what would the title be?” His question made me think about it. If it was a novel, what should I call it? My Angel and My Devil? No.. It didn't sound right. Suddenly a title clicked in my mind. I turned to him and said, “My Always, My Forever.” He nodded as if he understood the reason behind my choice of title. “Since I’m married to you, I’m your forever, and Rai is your always?” he voiced his thought.

The knife tray tracks the movement, sliding with me as if it expects me to need the blade in reach wherever grief stands. The Director says, “Unstable output consumes stabilizer resources and increases risk to compliant residents.” Renn laughs. There is no humor in it. “You mean they stopped smiling on schedule.” “Among other deficits.” The glass darkens around one of the children, highlighting him. ORRIN-DEVIANT ASSOCIATION RISK. My blood goes cold. It is not Orrin. A boy from his route, maybe a friend, maybe only someone who once took too long answering a question.

Not heavy. Not pressing. Present. Lyra leaned back slightly, letting the quiet exist without filling it. And then she saw it clearly. For years, risk had meant something precise. Loss of control. Exposure. Failure that carried consequences beyond herself. Something to anticipate. Something to counter. Something to survive. This was different. This risk did not threaten to take something from her. It asked her to stay. To remain present without authority. To allow connection without leverage. To want without justification. That made it more dangerous.

I refused just like I refused all the men who suddenly came knocking, hoping for a date. Marriage, to me, had become nothing more than a trap. I would never again be foolish enough to dream of fairy tales. From then on, my life belonged to me and me alone.

I suggested “But I do want to keep you safe, the fact that your human brings certain dangers and if word gets out the King of werewolves has found his mate that also puts that person in grave danger.” He added. He was very serious about the last part. “I have faced death already, remember that’s how I ended up in this world. Nothing scares me now.” I said with fake bravado. He saw right through me. “Yeah sure. But that doesn’t mean you are immortal. And I don’t think we should test that theory at all. So, there should be some precautions put into place to keep you safe.” He suggested.

"We were careful. Nobody saw. And it’s better you have it." "Yes," Eliha nodded with quiet resolve. "You need this, my lady. If Lady Claire is truly dangerous, we can’t let her get away with it." I sighed and stared at the key, then back at them. They looked so determined. Loyal. Brave. And it terrified me. They were putting themselves at risk for me. "I appreciate what you did," I whispered, "but don't ever do something this risky again. I couldn't bear it if something happened to either of you because of me."

It's been public for less than two hours. I sit without starting the engine and open the first message, because some part of me already knows this is the first domino. It's from a name everyone in this industry recognizes. Damian Voss. My grandfather's least favorite competitor — “that cold little shark in a good suit,” he used to call him, at every board dinner for a decade. I heard about the condition in the will. We should talk. I have a proposal that solves both our problems. — D.V.