Dangerous Beautiful Novels & Stories

“What does he look like?” Anja queried, attempting to ignore the raise of Sienna’s perfectly manicured eyebrows as petite hands nudged an empty glass in Anja’s direction. “I’m not your damn sommelier.” “Uh, tall, muscular, shaved head, brown eyes, nose that looks like it’s been punched a few times…” She trailed off, taking a tentative sip of her wine in an attempt to stop herself. She could’ve talked about the dimple buried between the bristles of his chin or the gentle bow outlining his ruddy upper lip, about his broad, rugged hands or the deep, chiseled lines etched beneath the fabric of his shirt, but the disgusted look breaching Sienna’s ivory skin snapped her back to reality. Elford’s w

“No… Not really. I can't trust his sweet words so soon, especially after what Stephen did to you.” She didn't have to bring my ex boyfriend into this, I did not like that. “Not every guy is like Stephen,” I said as my eyes danced around the party, wanting to distract myself in every possible way. “Yes, not all. But most of them are a bunch of cunning people who just want to have us on their beds.” “Maybe.” I said. Stephen might have been an asshole, but I am certain Damian wouldn't be one. The man was so fucking organized, it almost seems like he does not make mistakes.

He seems to put a drug on her, which makes her have no conscious at all. ”What a beautiful angel that was sent from the heaven. I am sure that you are a priceless treasure” They say that beauty is power, that beauty can be your most powerful weapon. Beauty is something that everyone must attain in order to be treated fairly in this world, but then? There is also saying that 'too much is dangerous'. The fact that Lily Morgan was such a beauty that can even be compared to those beauty that goddesses have. It also makes her feel a doubt whether she can be safe in this kind of world.

Yet every time Zane passed by, that forbidden thrill that made my body come alive. I was torn. Caught between the safe love I knew and the dangerous desire I craved. And I had no idea how this week was going to end.

The city—vibrant, dangerous, unpredictable—had never felt more alive… or more theirs. Together.

I couldn’t look away. Damian’s wolf was breathtaking—a towering, midnight-black beast with silver streaks running like lightning through his thick, glossy fur. His muscles rippled powerfully beneath the coat, every line carved for dominance and lethal grace. Golden eyes burned with controlled fury, intelligent and unrelenting. When he moved, it was with fluid, terrifying elegance. He was beautiful in the most dangerous way possible.

she asked, voice soft, excited, a little nervous smile playing on those blood-red lips. Fuck. What do I think?I think I just died and went straight to hell, because the woman in front of me is pure sin gift-wrapped in diamonds and silk. I think she is the most beautiful, dangerous thing I’d ever seen. I think I was going to die if I didn’t get inside her again in the next sixty seconds. I think she looked too good, too irresistible, too damn perfect to walk into a room where other men had eyes. That she was dangerous, lethal, and utterly mine. Every part of her screamed sin, the kind you couldn’t resist even if your life depended on it.

She felt him pulse hot, and deep inside. He held her there with chest on her back, breathing hard. After a long minutes he pulled out slowly and she felt empty and aching. He turned her around and kissed her roughly, claiming her with his tongue deep into hers. When he pulled back he looked at her like she was something precious and dangerous at the same time. "You're mine now..." he whispered against her lips. "And the Rossi family will pay for ever thinking they could have you." Bella's trembling fingers traced the fresh bite mark on her neck and she hated how safe she suddenly felt in the arms of the devil who had just ruined her.

So incredibly soft. Still warm from our kiss. Still perfect. Still hers. I shouldn't be doing this. But I couldn’t stop. My hand lingered, caressing her like she was made of glass. And in that moment—while the world outside slept and her breath filled the silence—I knew one thing for sure. She wasn’t just pretty. She was dangerous. The kind of dangerous that doesn’t need to speak, doesn’t need to move—just exist—to ruin you completely. And I?

The water was so pristine that it seemed almost otherworldly. "So beautiful," I murmured, my voice barely audible as i gazed down at the river. I rubbed my belly with a smile, "My child, do you see how beautiful this river is? If anyone falls there, they'll get suffocated by water and die. That's why it's dangerous to be close to beautiful people like you father. They entice you and then suck you up at the end" I doad truthfully to my child. I heard someone approaching behind me, his steps deliberate, and I didn't need to turn around to know it was Damian. His presence was impossible to ignore, but I refused to acknowledge him, treating him as though he were invisible.