Dangerous Beautiful Novels & Stories

Not rough but firm enough to pull her against my body until I was invading every inch of her personal space. Her eyes widened as she thrashed against my hands, trying to pull away, but I didn't let go. “Let go of me, Liam.” “You don't get to walk away from this. And you definitely don't get to call it a mistake, baby girl.” “Don’t you ever call me that!” She spat, her eyes ablaze but that was the fascinating thing about this beautiful woman. She was even more stunning when she’s angry, more dangerous and it drove me crazy.

Sarah likes paper when she intends to hurt someone’s feelings with accuracy. Julian folds his arms. “Well?” Sarah looks down at the pages, then back at him. “It is beautiful.” The compliment unsettles him more than criticism would have. “But,” he says. “But it is dangerously intimate.” Julian’s mouth tightens. “That is a vague editorial note.”

That thought slices me in half, but the devastation doesn't weaken me. It fuels me. The sight, the knowledge—it doesn't diminish the hunger. It ignites it. Magnifies it until it's unbearable. I cage her in with my body. My lips crush against her, desperate and aching. My hips grind forward, my cock hard and throbbing, finding her heat as if guided by fate itself. I line myself up at her entrance, groaning against her lips, and whisper against her mouth, "You're so fucking beautiful."

he paused, searching for words as he reached me, "dangerous." I raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous? Not beautiful or stunning?" A smile tugged at his lips, rare and precious. "Those too. But mostly dangerous." His fingers brushed my waist, sending electricity skittering across my skin. "You make me forget myself when you look like this." "Maybe that's the point," I murmured, emboldened by the hungry look in his eyes. His hand tightened possessively. "Careful, little wolf. We're still in public."

She took out her cell phone and turned on the torchlight and so did Celeb, and they began heading forward through the pathway, at each side were different trees and it was so dark, one can feel danger lurking there. "Katherine, tell me one thing..." Celeb fastened his footsteps to catch up with her, his eyes still darting from left to right. "Why are we here?" He asked. Katherine exhaled sharply, she looked forward. "I’m here to clear my head." She told him and Celeb blinked, it was insane to come to this dangerous place just to clear her head. He made a face and looked at her again. "Hold on," He thought of what she said and spoke out again. "You are here to clear your head when there are l

Luke. Tia was a gentle soul. I did not want her to be a laughing stock, so I offered to dance with her. I was determined not to be cruel to her. She looked beautiful, and I stole several glances at her. I knew she was a beauty, but I did not realise how much until she arrived at the registry. I wished the circumstances were different. When I held her to dance, her palm felt soft against mine, and the need to protect her aroused in me. I knew that was the Alpha in me reacting. How could someone so delicate and beautiful be equally strong? It was amazing. I got carried away with her in my arms. If it weren't for the upbeat song that the DJ played, I would not have left her.

There was something dangerous about this man, though I couldn't put my finger on what it was. "What's up?" Bianca asked elbowing me at the side, breaking my train of thought. I turned to her, giving a small smile. "Nothing much. Just having fun." "Are you sure?" she asked. "You were dancing like a goddess! If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were the goddess Aphrodite herself!" She said it with such wide-eyed wonder, like a child gazing upon a star. "What if I was?"

"I went through them. The rules, the deal. All I saw was her, for this. She, is the perfect deal." "You talk so highly of her and my taste. You barely know me or what I like." I raise my brows, waiting for a reply. "Because one could guess the taste of a man like you." He was scared when he walked in, but just look at him now. Bold as a lion. I'm so bent on seeing the end result if this. He won't be bold enough to face the consequences. He knows me too little. "Perfection." Is all I say.

Julio seemed a bit coy, "She’s very beautiful." Damon rolled his eyes, "I've told you since you were a child, the word "beauty" hangs over a sharp sword, your identity is special, don't be obsessed by all that, the more beautiful the woman, the more dangerous she is, wake up, she definitely knows who you are and she’s trying to get you and everything you own.” Julio pouted, "Why are you even more nagging than my mom?" “Anyway, when she comes later, be nice and don't scare her away."

“I want you to be mine.” The air vanished from her lungs. His. The word rattled in her skull like a warning bell, but instead of fear, something else slithered into her veins. Something dark. Something terrifying. She wanted to scream at him, to shove him away, to fight—but deep down, a part of her whispered that maybe, just maybe… She had already lost. Rafael was the kind of beautiful that was meant to be dangerous. Not the soft, harmless beauty of fleeting crushes or whispered desires—but something sharper, something edged with power and control. He was the kind of beautiful that lured people in just to watch them fall apart under his touch.