Novel & Cerita Dangerous Beauty Book

His urge to protect her was becoming greater, his possessive feel for her was deeper carved into his mindset, his willingness to kill the bastard was threatening him to be one of those bad people he had locked away and waited their time in death row. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, your struggles had made me feel things I shouldn't. This is not supposed to happen, I should not have kept you here, I should follow the protocol and entrust you to the city. But... I can't... Blair, you're too beautiful. You made me want to keep you to myself, you... " he stopped his words to give her a kiss, a soft sensual kiss leaving her breathless.

To calm Francis down, Scarlett took him by the arm and looked up into his eyes, “Francis, have you ever thought about why I was to have a baby with you? Despite everything? You say that you know me very well, don’t you? I’m a girl who loves to smoke, drink, and have fun, or at least I used to be that girl... But I’m willing to give those things up and risk my life in giving birth to a baby for you. Don’t you wonder why?” ********************************************************************* Dearest Lovies, I would take this opportunity to ask your support by voting my novel with your precious gem. At every end of the chapter, there's a gem button on it. To vote for this novel, kindly hit that

Perhaps, his team members or the other two that were involved in the case? Urggh! I groaned as I strolled to my book shelf. My very help is what I needed badly now. I carefully scanned through the books before settling for a book on delusional disorder. I might find delusions an escape of my past memories. I rolled over, dwelling on the painful path of the protagonist in the novel. He was an orphan like me. Wow, we were really similar. He also watched his parents die. At least, he didn't get to watch his mother being molested.

I hope she forgives me and gives me back my pretty face, I just can't live this way. Alexander's point of view: My thoughts were still on Rihanna, I just can't concentrate on anything without thinking about her. I was trying to read the book my junior cousin gave me but I don't think I'm paying any attention to it. It is filled with magic and supernatural stories. Suddenly my eyes caught something in the book. A story of the ugly girl and the beauty goddess. There are other goddesses apart from Selene and I've heard about this beauty goddess but I don't know much about her.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

"Shh, it's okay. I won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe now." I clung to Dorian, seeking comfort in his embrace. His presence gave me a sense of security that I hadn't felt in a long time. But the fear still lingered, the memories of Lucas's anger and violence haunting me. "Dorian, why is he like this?" I whispered; my voice filled with confusion. "Why does he treat me this way?" Dorian sighed; his voice filled with sadness. "I wish I had the answers, Camilla. Lucas has always been controlling and possessive, but I never thought he would become violent. It's not right, and it's not your fault."

‎“Dangerous.” ‎That got his attention. ‎“Dangerous how?” ‎I exhaled. ‎“I don’t know. Just—” I shook my head. “The kind of beautiful that makes you feel like you should stay away.” ‎Seb stared at me for a second. ‎Then smirked slowly. ‎“Oh, you’re in trouble.” ‎“I’m not in anything.” ‎“You are,” he said confidently. “You just met some mystery woman, refused her money like an idiot, and now you’re here describing her like she’s about to ruin your life.”

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

Lila smoothed the crimson dress over her hips as she stepped out of the elevator onto the rooftop bar. The silky fabric clung to every curve like it was painted on—tight across her full breasts, dipping low between them, and short enough that bending over would show the bottom of her ass. She loved red. It made her feel powerful, dangerous, and tonight she wanted eyes on her. She wanted to be chased.