Dangerous Beauty Book Novels & Stories

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.

The expression on his face remained blank, and his dark eyes, shining like pearls, revealed his deep feeling of annoyance and discontent. But it was a life or death type of situation for Scarlett. She was in trouble. She clenched his arms more tightly, and tears began streaming from her eyes. From this vantage point, Mr. Sandler finally saw the girl’s face clearly. Her ruined makeup and faded, cracking lipstick couldn’t conceal her yet unripe and tender beauty. Her eyes were watery with tears. They were filled with panic and despair– she was like an injured fawn in the forest. Mr. Sandler had heard of these types of places. They dealt in the business of desire and sex– they offered wealthy m

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.

It was a brief moment before he bent down, searching through the man's pockets. "Where's the list, Dory?" Lucas inquired, still searching. "You assured me he had it on him." Dory? As in Mr. Dorian? "Check inside his boxers," he joked, earning a glare from Lucas. Turning back to me, he remarked, "Back to you, Ms. Attractive. I hear you've been causing a stir. Ms. Dimitri was telling me about your lack of respect." He pushed the knife into my skin, causing a sharp pain. I resisted the urge to glance down, sensing warm blood trickling down my neck.

‎“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.