Dangerous Impulses Novels & Stories

“Mmmm, no. Maybe later. Besides, I only ordered it to see what you’d do when it arrived.” He closed his eyes and realized that he’d fallen right into her trap. Then he remembered the monitors. If Javan was still watching the monitors, he’d have to kill him. He cringed, remembering that everything that happened in here was neatly being taped. Okay, first on his list, erase the tape, then kill Javan if he watched. “What’s going on in that brain of yours?” Ann asked, looking down at him. He cringed again. “How bad would it be if we accidentally just made a porno?”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me as those words burst out of my mouth. I didn't realize my voice rose in volume and I was yelling, feeling the pent-up energy coursing through my body, making my movements jerky and agitated. I could feel the veins on my neck bulging as I struggled to contain my anger, my eyes burning with fury. The scene was replaying in my head, and I could hear all the sh*t they said to her while attempting to rape her. She warned them not to touch her, begging helplessly, yet those morons swept her off her feet and were actually going to force themselves on her. If I hadn't stay back, they were going to rape such an innocent girl.

a stretch of the truth but not fully a lie, “And you can’t stand it. That someone would hire me when you made sure that I was an untouchable thing. The power’s gone now hasn’t it Nik, you can’t control me anymore and it’s killing you. And I won’t ask you again, let me go.” There was danger in my eyes, pools of darkness that hopped to overcome the blue of his eyes, drowning him until his pale skin was bloated and unrecognisable. I had murder on my mind and I wasn’t ashamed of it. This interaction entirely had riled me up beyond belief, my hatred for Nilaus Artymov was given new life. And it all came to a stop when he pulled me forward, I crashed into his chest and he wouldn’t let me go, I fel

Nandu nodded in no and said. Nan:No manik you are right at your place..if you are sorry and guilty from your heart..Then why will I punish you..Manik just nodded and went to washroom.. Nan pov :Dad and di what have you guys done..you played with many innocent people lives..They are now thrown into darkness..Dad you pushed him into darkness.. intentionally or unintentionally..and I will bring him out from darkness..Now I will do every possible thing to make him same innocent manik.. Because now I am his..He made me his..But I don't know why I am getting negative vibes like something wrong is going to happen.. Aiyyappa please don't let anything wrong happen which will hurt manik more please..

His voice was low and serious as he began to speak, his words filled with a mixture of concern and warning. "Camilla, I need you to understand the gravity of the situation we find ourselves in," Lucas said, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "These workers, this warehouse... it's all part of a dangerous operation involving drugs. If you ever lied to me, if you ever got involved in any way, the consequences could be dire." Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to Lucas's words. She had never imagined being caught up in something so dangerous. The realization hit her like a cold wave, making her feel small and trapped.

I release a sigh, slowly closing my eyes. Necessity. I want to blame it, to shove this entire situation down its throat, but who the fuck am I kidding? Necessity might have started this, but I am the one who will pursue it until the end. ** Moreover, learning from past impulsive decisions is a valuable part of personal growth. Recognizing the consequences of hasty choices can empower us to develop better decision-making skills for the future. It's essential to reflect on the outcomes of impulsive decisions and understand what led to them in the first place. Were they driven by emotions, external pressures, or a desire for instant gratification? Identifying these triggers can help us make mor

Now, the same man was suggesting I do it again? The temptation was pure and raw. It pulsed in the back of my mind loudly, like someone beating on a bass drum back behind my thoughts. The rhythm was alluring. My wolf had already fallen prey to the call. I was so close, I felt like I was holding on with my fingernails. “It’s dangerous,” I said. “I could –”

She was swinging my hand repeatedly as she bounced gleefully. I exhaled. I might as well give it a try. What could go wrong? "Let's go. Just once" I replied and Alfred winked. .. I was wrong. Many things could go wrong. I remember saying this two times and so many things went wrong. Like when I agreed to stay the night in New Hampshire and things went south and we had to share a room or when I had agreed to get Alfred to fall in love with me, thinking 'nothing can absolutely go wrong' and well look at me now. I'm supposed to make someone's heart beat fast but I'm the one whose heart is beating wildly.

The possibility of causing harm, of losing control and jeopardizing their safety, was a burden I couldn't bear. And so, in a desperate bid to satiate the insatiable fire that raged within me, I decided maybe it was better I become selfish this once—a reckless decision fueled by the knowledge that her well-being held no weight in my mind. The consequences of my actions, the boundaries I would soon cross, were overshadowed by the all-consuming need for satisfaction. In that moment, my desperation outweighed reason, and I allowed myself to succumb to the desires that threatened to drown me.

His gaze lingered on the exposed parts of my body, stripping away the last vestiges of my dignity. He signal for me to get even closer to him and strandle above him. Then desperation, a raw, primal instinct for self-preservation, clawed at me. This couldn't be my life, reduced to this humiliating performance for this dangerous man. A reckless, impulsive idea, born of pure desperation and a surge of adrenaline, sparked in the darkest corner of my mind. As I leaned closer, a more intimate movement towards him, my trembling fingers brushed against the hard, cold outline of a gun tucked into the waistband of his expensive trousers. In a swift, impulsive act, fueled by a surge of adrenaline and a