Dangerous Beautiful Novels & Stories

“How comforting.” His expression didn't change. “It isn't supposed to be.” The honesty of that landed harder than reassurance would've. I looked back toward the windows again as rain blurred the city into gray streaks beyond the glass. “What are the actual dangers?” I asked quietly. This time Dante took slightly longer to answer. “Victor is dangerous when cornered,” he said. “Adrian is dangerous when underestimated.” “And Hannah?” At that, something colder entered his expression. “Hannah is desperate.”

“Who knows what you might part with, what secrets you might give away.” My words seemed to register with Helena and Camille. While the joy did not pass from their faces, some of the clouds seemed to leave their eyes. Joy in itself wasn’t dangerous, nor was embracing your inner child. What was dangerous was forgetting where you were, why you were. We could not lose sight of the magic this pack possessed, or the dangers that lurked in every corner. I was beginning to realize that beauty and danger could often go hand in hand. You should always stop to marvel at the beauty around you, but never let it force the danger from your mind.

A small scar cuts through his left eyebrow, pale and thin, old enough to have faded but still visible. He’s beautiful in the way that dangerous things are beautiful. Like a storm on the horizon or a wildfire cresting a ridge. The kind of beauty that makes you want to look and run away at the same time. But it’s his eyes that stop my heart. Burning gold. Not warm or soft or inviting. Predatory.

Something complicated. And possibly Something dangerous.

They only got to play and climb the one near the river, but it's not as tall as this. It is beautiful up here, Serra thought. The different colors around her was overwhelming. That foreign feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar was uncomforting but weirdly gratifying. She felt like she's been freed out from a prison and the world outside was very unwelcoming. It's beautiful in here. Who would think death lurks in the shadows of this peaceful and calm woods? Beauty is dangerous, she reminded herself. The more beautiful the thing is the more dangerous it is, as death hides in the most beautiful things in the world. Danger dresses as beauty and people will come rushing to it, coming to their own

And almost was dangerous. ✨

She killed my sister her niece so mercilessly. In meantime something clicked me and I abruptly turned my head to look beside me at ‘Kabir......’ Kabir was absentmindedly having his eyes wide which were now in shade of deep red glued to floor, his joint hands resting on his knees in front were popping out every single veins of his arms.... as his entire body kept shaking like it would explode any second now.... “Ethan is dangerous man ..... He found out today about your..... wife.....” Alphanso said stealing a glance at me

"It sounds silly, but it helped us pass the time." "I don't doubt it." Dante leaned back, the picture of casual insouciance. "What would you liken me to?" A dragon. Glorious in his power, terrifying in his anger, and magnificent even in repose. "If you'd asked me before our truce, I would've said an ill-mannered boar," I said instead. "Since we're being nice, I'll upgrade you to a honey badger." "The most fearless animal in the world. I'll take it."

“Besides, I have got to say you make paperwork look dangerous. That's a rare skill.” I nearly choked on my drink. “Did you seriously just call me dangerous over paperwork?” I coughed a little covering my hand with my mouth. “I did,” he said without a trace of shame. “And I must say, I stand by it. You were buried in paperwork yesterday and still got the job done. What's next you'll tell me you fight crime with staplers at night?” I shook my head laughing quite harder than I had intended too as a few eyes around started giving me piercing stares. Daniel was charming in a ridiculous sort of way. He was funny, confident and far too comfortable to be with.