Dangerous Impulses Novels & Stories

Not even close. Because whatever that voice is, it just threw a tantrum to get what it wanted. And we can’t just ride this out and hope it burns itself out eventually. Not when Poppy’s power feels unstable enough to bring the entire damn house down around us if it pushes any harder. This isn’t mood swings or bad impulse control. This is something ancient and powerful lashing out through her because it didn’t get the outcome it wanted… and that is dangerous as hell.

I called him before he could leave the room. “You have nothing to be guilty for, I might say I am a little disappointed, but I understand why you would go to such lengths.” He smiled, and a smile is supposed to make things better, but his smile simply made things worse for me. “I am a psychopath, and psychopaths are known to exhibit impulsive behaviors, everything you had ordered was for the sake of your protection—I understand. You don’t intend any offense and none was taken.” “I ordered them before we got married.” I confessed. “I had my doubts that I might not be safe with you, and honestly I thought the worst of you—but seeing is believing.”

“He didn’t. I made sure of that, without even realizing what I was doing. By the time I understood, it was too late.” “So learn from it. Make sure you never do that to me.” “I’m trying.” He closed his eyes. “Every day, I’m trying. But the impulses are still there. The urge to track your location when you’re not with me. The desire to know everything about your day, your thoughts, your interactions with other people. The jealousy when you mention a male colleague or spend time with friends. It’s all still there, underneath the surface.” “Impulses aren’t actions. Having urges doesn’t make you a bad person—acting on them without consent does.”

“That is not a safe text.” Troy finally looks up from his notes. “You’re blushing so hard you look sunburned.” “He’s ridiculous,” I mumble, staring at the screen. The worst part is that Connor sounds exactly like himself even through text—cocky, confident, impossible to ignore. And my stupid brain keeps replaying last night at the worst possible moments. His hands on my waist. His mouth against my neck. The low laugh he made when I kissed him back harder. Very, very dangerous.

I told her about the office. How Zane controlled me. How he refused my resignation. How he threatened me with sex tapes. How he touched me whenever he wanted. How my body reacted even when my mind hated it. I told her I felt trapped. Like I was living inside a cage with a handsome face and a wicked hand. Lisa listened without interrupting much. She only nodded at intervals, her face changing from shock to worry. “Ruby,” she said after a while, “this man is dangerous.” “I know,” I replied.

“What does that mean in practice?” “Uncontrolled shifts. Sudden surges of anger. An urge to dominate anyone you perceive as a threat. You may feel compelled to force other wolves to submit, even when they have done nothing to deserve it. If your instincts overwhelm your judgment, you could injure someone before you understand what you are doing.”

It’s a million triggers in one. Taken from behind, a man breathing down my neck and igniting all my cringe and hysteria impulses; held captive and already high on the fumes of terror and fear knowing this man is here to harm me. I start fighting back uncontrollably with slaps and kicks as I clamber to my feet, clawing nails at whatever I can reach. Blinded by memory and the will to survive. Screaming my loudest at him so my hero, who I know is coming, can hear me.

My eyes glued to what I have just done. My chest heaves with the ferocity of it and then the sudden pang of absolute fear that I just made a stupid impulsive mistake and notch this up to a code red. My body caught in a wave of icy coldness, sweeping over every limb and calming my jets. I know I pretty much just triggered a violent reaction in a guy who clearly has no issue with victimizing women.

“You idiot! You ungrateful daughter. Stupidity is the reason why your mother died early. You're a worthless piece of shit!” Emily cried even more as he gestured to the police to move Dr. Morris to the mobile car. He was afraid that something would happen at any minute to Emily's baby. *** The house was filled with a cry and gentle tone from two women. Nimueh let Emily cry on her shoulder while he was walking back and forth in front of them. “The baby is not mine. Why did you not tell me about this ahead of? You put my family in danger.” He stopped from questioning and analyzing everything when a hard thing touched his head. He looked at the floor where the thick book landed flat then to Nimu

I'm so afraid that someone will get hurt. About three months ago. Dalton took me out to dinner and dancing. I take full advantage of nights like that. On that night a man lost his life in front of my eyes. Dinner was good and there were no problems between Dalton and myself. Going to a club for dancing, something that I begged Dalton to do. Ended up being a huge mistake. I was dancing with him and he wanted a breather. He left me on the dance floor to go grab some water and I was a little buzzed by that point and I lost my senses. A man I didn't know came up behind me and started to dance with me. At first, I just thought it was Dalton and I didn't push the man away. I was bumping and grindi