Dangerous Impulses Novels & Stories

"I dont know but considering thé amount of pills you took i dont think my hands can wake you, anyway just know i am going to tell Anty jasra. do you Have any idea how dangerous those pills are to thé system, i know you dont love me but please dont hurt yourself if this has to do with me, then please ya hafiz tell me what you want and i promise you i will do it but just dont hurt yourself because i will be forever be guilty if anything happens to you."I spat as i try my best not to breakdown. "Just get thé fuck out of my room, Right now! leave."he yell gesturing to thé door and i leave slamming thé door shut behind me i enter my bedroom.

The danger follows me around, I’m like a magnet for it, and the harder I try to fight it the more it just sticks to me. I vowed to avoid certain things like the plague: vamps, ice skating and falling in love. A guy has needs though, I was still gonna date. Especially once I hit my teen years, getting laid was practically like breathing to me. Apparently demons are more horny than any other creature I’d been so far. Which is just fantastic since the moment female smells me and realizes I’m something different, she runs the fuck away from me as fast as possible. Well, she should.

Chapter Forty Three: The Greatest Temptation To Commit The Deadliest Sin Every step was to be taken with one foolish intention; to once again become the object of his desire, even if it meant being audaciously reckless and throwing away all my morals. •♤•♤~•♤• Some emotions are like dangerous beasts, they'll either ravage you completely or make you act in ways you'd never imagined yourself capable of acting and of all feral beasts, jealousy, is the most vicious.

Annie shook her head. "I love it!" Annie smiled, running her fingers through her hair. She loved the feeling that being impulsive had given her. She had felt so free in the moment, it was worth the slight anxiety that she felt. She had even forgotten about everything with Alexander for long enough to truly enjoy herself. However, she knew that being impulsive rarely lead anywhere good. Her parents had taught her to think though every decision carefully and rationally or she would make a drastic mistake. "Then what's your problem with impulses?" Chris asked, a smile on his face as he realised he had backed Annie into a corner. She realised she couldn't give him a real answer. Being impulsive,

I mean I feel like I’ve just found out I have cancer, or a deadly virus that’s incurable, or that Armageddon is on its way and we have nowhere to run. I need to calm down. If I don’t, I might turn, and in a blind haze go do something stupid. We’re not supposed to turn if we feel like we can’t control it. That’s when bad things happen, wolves do terrible, awful things, to the humans nearby. Frenzied, blood lusted murderous things and then have no memory after.

“A little… dangerous, sometimes.” Her frown deepens impossibly further, and she furrows a brow. “Dangerous?” She asked, arms crossing over her chest where she stood before the blonde, as if she had to brace for the impact of her words. As if she couldn’t help but try to hide from them. Avoid them, like she avoided everything else. But of course, Violet doesn’t make it easy. “Yeah, he’s-“ she paused, searching carefully for the words. “Impulsive. Reckless. And honestly? Probably a bit of an adrenaline junkie.”

I stared at the enormous condominium building in front of me from my car. It's been two days since my last interaction with Hazard. I wasn't actually planning to help him regarding his belonging but guilt kept on creeping me out every day. Besides, he has completely galvanized me and I'm literally trying to restrain myself from re-taking his calling card inside the trash bin.

I sent a message: “It sounds promising, but what exactly do you mean by 'risky'?” Ethan calmly explained, “If Ken Yimo or Derrick Kwok gets provoked, they might harm Nick.” His concern was well-founded; both Ken Yimo and Derrick Kwok were not to be trifled with, and their anger could swiftly escalate into deadly actions. The potential consequences weighed heavily on my mind, reminding me that we were playing a dangerous game where one wrong move could cost us dearly.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.