Novel & Cerita Dangerous Beautiful

Arabella, watch out " she screamed my name , Making me flinch in fear a little as I turned around just to see a rogue running towards me , it wasn't just any type of rogue, but a dangerous one. A fierce one and I could see it in his eyes . I couldn't move, as much as I wanted to run away ,I just couldn't move,my legs felt like they were glued to the ground and I didn't know why . My eyes balls opened widely as he came closer to me in his werewolf form , but I'm unable to shift and protect myself In that spot ,in anger my great-grandmother shifted , turning into a full werewolf, her furs were as white as snow, and unimaginably she looked so beautiful " is that who I'm meant to be when I shift

He hugs me tightly and carries me away from the forest. “Why can’t we go into the forest?” I ask, looking over his shoulder to see the red and gold leaves slowly disappear from view as we climb the hill. “The forest is a dangerous place,” he sighs. “How can something so beautiful be so dangerous?” I mutter in confusion. “The danger is in its beauty.” *** My eyes snap open to an orange light that makes me squint. I let my eyes adjust for a moment before observing my surroundings.

I said in sarcasm, getting up to leave as I took my black leather jacket in my hands and started walking away, Alex on my lead. "I told you, it's always something beautiful and dangerous at the same time. Everything about you screams beauty and danger. The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautful girl I ever saw, but then it changed to the most dangerous girl I ever met." Alex's words were supposed to make me blush and feel shy. However, none of that happened, as if listening something like this from Alex was something you get every day. Instead, I frowned. "I didn't know I was that beautful. Why do people keep saying that?"

Absolutely dangerous. "Yes, sir."

Far darker. And far more dangerous.

Power and warning embodied in architecture—another of Dante's subtle messages to all who entered. A fitting symbol. In this world, beauty and danger were inseparable twins, each enhancing the other. The more exquisite the surface, the more deadly what lay beneath. Everything here was beautiful until you got close enough to feel the sharp edges. The glittering parties concealed violent business dealings. The charming smiles masked ruthless intentions. The lovely houses contained terrible secrets.

he says as he nudges me with an elbow. "That doesn't make me desirable," I point out flatly. "Actually, I would argue that it does," says Dexter. Dane nods. Frowning, I say, "Why so?" "Well," says Dexter as he explains in a fashion not unlike his son, "there's a certain allure to people that are dangerous. It draws you in. Mesmerizes you. Know what I mean?" "I'm sure I do. I'm not Sundew for nothing," I say flatly.

My mind betrayed me with every flicker of memory. The way she’d stood her ground when those men stared at her this morning. I hadn’t even been there, yet the report already reached me: Madam Kaine asked why the men were staring. One stammered that she was beautiful. Beautiful. They weren’t wrong. But she was more than that. She was dangerous. Not because she wielded power—she had none. Not because she could harm me—she couldn’t. But because she was becoming the one thing I swore never to let myself have again.

Danger disguised as beauty. Heat surged up her neck, flushing her cheeks. Her heart fluttered—much too fast, much too aware—and she hated that she felt like she was seeing him for the first time all over again. The memory of his teeth at her throat, his claws on her hips, collided violently with the sight of this almost-man holding her like something valuable. Conflicted desire crashed against her fear: that was the most dangerous part—not the strength, not the threat. It was the idea that he could look like this and still be the same creature, that beauty could mask danger so completely. The revelation unsettled her, making her both wary and drawn. The eyes, though—they hadn’t changed.

“You’re not a nice guy. Nice guys don’t blackmail their way into meetings. Nice guys don’t make comments about a woman’s drink just to get under her skin.” “True.” He nodded slowly. “But maybe I just don’t like getting threatened by a beautiful woman.” The words hung between us. Beautiful woman. Taking a deep breath, I released slowly, forcing myself to relax. “Is that what I am to you? A beautiful woman?” I spat. Kade stood. I was tall, but he towered a good three inches over me, even with heels. He came around the desk, stopping a few feet away. Not touching, but close enough that I could see the flecks of silver in his grey eyes.