Dangerous Impulses Novels & Stories

“I am totally fine Damian, just a case of over feeding. I ate excessively this morning, breakfast was that good” “Are you sure?” “I am absolutely sure, there is nothing to worry about or report to your boss”. Damian laughed a bit and sat down close to her. “Okay, you are worried about me reporting every single thing about you to my boss”. Mae gave him a stink eye, “isn’t that what he pays you for?” Damian laughed. “God Mae, you are very silly. Just like my little sister”. “What do you mean?” “I mean, I know that you are seeing that banker and I also know that you both have been going out for a while”.

" Answered Celestina and Tommy nodded. The evil darkness within them would come at their most desperate time through their primitive drive. Any dark will go for the weak spot of any creatures, and that comes into those who have darkness in them. First, there will be a trigger to open up the primitive drive, activate it as fully as possible, then would come the impulse to cause harm, one that hurts both others and themselves. Their only freedom was to turn back fully. Tommy thought to himself.

I yelled angrily at him, “Who do you think you are, Matthew? I don’t belong to you anymore, you fucking idiot! My family is everything to me! I have a husband and daughters! Do you think I’ll change them for you? You’re delusional, Matt!” Panting, I said, “You just attacked me, Matt. Tell me, is that the memory you want me to have of you? You have a woman now! Soon, you will walk down the aisle, surrounded by loved ones. You have a son! What the hell is wrong with you?” I can see sanity coming back to him. Matt’s problem is that he is impulsive. Almost all of his mistakes are because of acting without thinking. “Steph… I…”

His heart was too far gone—consumed by hate, bitterness, and a thirst for revenge that would eventually destroy me too. "Slow down, Adrian!” I panicked as he stepped harder on the gas. "You're going to get us both killed—what the hell are you doing?” My voice shook. Adrian in one of his black moods was a nightmare. Reckless. Impulsive. Dangerous. My heart pounded like it knew this ride could be my last. I still had dreams—to see my family, to get out of this hellhole of a marriage— But he’d ruin it all without blinking.

When the flames die down, and the bin holds nothing but blackened metal and ash, I look at him. Something lights up inside me that has been dark for hours. Impulsive. Slightly manic. It is the reckless, breathless energy of finally reaching the other side of hell. I want to feel ALIVE in a way that has nothing to do with survival, and everything to do with joy. “I want to do something,” I say. Knox’s eyes narrow with immediate suspicion. He has learned through repeated experience that my impulses are rarely sensible. “What kind of something?” “The kind you’re going to say no to and then do anyway because you can’t say no to me.”

"I need to fuck you more" And just like that, he doesn't stop. It's like I awakened an angry beast. Wrapped up in our world, we fail to notice the danger hovering above us like a ticking bomb.

I said practically shouting. I’m so close I can feel it. A delicious sensation at the tip of my tongue, a feeling of ecstasy I craved. Moving almost like a person possessed, I don’t stop. Then, it happens. I explode. I cum so hard a vicious shudder strikes through me and I’m on cloud 9. Was what I just did okay? Of course not, but was it worth it? Absolutely. My vision burry as I slowly open my eyes to face the consequences of my impulsive actions.

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

Every thought was a reckless spark, igniting a wildfire I was not ready to tame. God, he was perfection. And dangerous. So dangerously dangerous that the more I stared, the more my body reacted as if it had a mind of its own. My pulse thudded hard in my throat, and I could almost feel the echo of it in my ears. I needed to ground myself—anything to avoid letting him catch me in this state.

That was the trap. Force would have been easier to hate. Arrogance would have made the line clearer. But restraint gives desire a different shape. It makes Julian remember that Adrian is not cruel in a simple way. Adrian is worse than cruel. He is wounded, controlled, hungry, afraid, and learning just enough honesty to become dangerous. By the time Julian reaches his apartment, anger has returned because anger knows where to stand.