Dangerous Beauty Book Novels & Stories

the girl who is treated like princess is not getting treated like a animal at the age of eleven. Manik: Please stop..She is young.. please let her go..she is only eleven..please harshad please.. But not giving any heed to his words, Harshad threw her on floor..Disha and her father smirked..Manik is now crying and pleading him to Stop..His sister is only eleven,too young for all this,she has a beautiful future to see..Harshad tore her clothes completely..Manik closed his eyes while crying and pleading to Stop.. Harshad finally raped her brutally..Her shouts are pearcing their ears..Manik felt disgusted with himself, For not being able to save his sister whom he treated like his daughter..The

“I know, babe. I get it. Don’t worry, okay?” She nodded against his chest, but her thoughts were somewhere else — at the club, with the woman whose voice still echoed in her mind. Later that night, when Raphael was asleep, Elena sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through her phone. She typed Scarlett’s name into the search bar. Scarlett Voss — The Queen of Club Vixen. Articles filled the screen: rumors, whispers, and headlines about her empire — her power, her wealth, her danger. There were stories about the people who crossed her and disappeared, stories about her charm that could destroy anyone foolish enough to fall for her.

“And danger calls to danger.” Then he was gone. Like mist. Like a ghost. Like a fever dream. And I was left gripping the book like my life depends on it, my body on fire. This wasn’t just an attraction. This wasn’t even lust. It was a slow descent into something wicked and beautiful and doomed. And I was already falling. I decided to go back to the kitchen and find something cold to drink to make me cool down because I was going to blow up with the way I was fuming inside.

“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

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

Protect her and ruin her at the same time… The image of her perfection swells in my thoughts. Her lips parted ever so slightly as she spoke, her bright, gorgeous eyes, the way her ample breasts rose and fell with each breath, so perky and full, even when hidden beneath her baggy T-shirt. Her beauty feels somehow dangerous, like I’m standing on a precipice about to plunge into a complete loss of control.

I turned my head, but before I could say anything, the door swung open. Brigitte walked in like an unstoppable storm. Her steps were unhurried, but there was something about her presence that made the room feel darker. Her long blonde hair was slightly messy, with bangs partially covering her face. Thick black eyeliner made her eyes look even sharper. Her pale lips curled into a lazy smirk, and her faded band tee hugged her frame, paired with a short skirt and fishnet stockings.

She had everything under control. At least, she thought she did. Far from the glamour, behind the doors of privilege and pride, fate had just made its next move. And soon, a girl from Loven Street would walk into her world not with riches or reputation, but with something far more dangerous. Hope.

“Who knows what you might part with, what secrets you might give away.” My words seemed to register with Helena and Camille. While the joy did not pass from their faces, some of the clouds seemed to leave their eyes. Joy in itself wasn’t dangerous, nor was embracing your inner child. What was dangerous was forgetting where you were, why you were. We could not lose sight of the magic this pack possessed, or the dangers that lurked in every corner. I was beginning to realize that beauty and danger could often go hand in hand. You should always stop to marvel at the beauty around you, but never let it force the danger from your mind.

She is not getting sacked. ​"Now get back to work before miss Rose looks for you." The maid hurries out of the house to the garden. ​Louis Hapkins is fixated on the rolling hills and vegetations outside the window. Lush trees covers the landscape with a flourish of warm colors. Daisy yellow, purple petals and apple red swirl together as the wind ruffles the leaves. He has been living in Japan for the past ten years and now he's on a train to Beverly Hills, California. Louis has an intimidating height, with dark curly black hair and intense black eyes with a work-out body. Not only is he now a partner of Viva Foods company but he is rich and hot and still only thirty-two.