Dangerous Impulses 소설 & 이야기

" and why not?" "because it's not safe." "yeah and leaving me alone on the streets at age 13 was safe. I'm 21 now. I have trained my entire life. I think it's safe enough for someone like me." "no" "why??" "just because." "just because why?" "because I don't trust you" "you couldn't find a dumber reason." "your so stubborn" "I learned from the best, aka you" "your not joining"

"I hate you." "I don't care." He pulls me up by my arm and drags me. "Let's go." I struggle from his hold. I can't go with strangers. I've got a life. A life to take care of. A life to build and concentrate on after this messed up relationship with Collins. Not one problem to the other. My heart beat quickens. Frightened, frustrated, uneasy, unrelaxed, list it all. With all these feelings working at the same time, I bite his hand and quickly grab the flower vase nearby and hit his head.

He’s literally perfect on paper! Which somehow makes this whole entire situation worse because if there’s one thing being a psychologist has taught me. It’s that unstable people make impulsive decisions. But the controlled kind? The kind that has so much chaos in them but can still manage control…? Well…! It’s safe to say they are the most dangerous of them all… And just like that my mind drifts back into the memory I’ve been trying all day not to replay… Our final conversation, the one that has kept me up since that day….

she breathed, and I increased the speed. "Harder," she said, and I realised the extent of my actions at breakfast. I had stimulated her beyond control, and I liked it. I slammed into her, harder and faster. Her pussy was so sweet that I lost myself in it. I felt my wolf emerging, aiming for a claim, wanting to claim her badly. I held my wolf down and continued to pump until she came. She came violently, and I followed, pouring myself into her sweetly.

I whispered, the word slipping free before I could catch it, before I could rewind time and lock it away. His eyes finally opened again. And in them, I saw madness. Darkness swirled in their depths like a storm barely contained, like he was one wrong breath away from exploding. He looked possessed—no, claimed, by something feral. Something dangerous. Something deeply, horribly hungry. “моя богиня,” he murmured, the words melting from his mouth like worship. They didn’t sound like a name—they sounded like freedom. And then he moved.

We breached most of his fucking rules. “Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.”

I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

I stubbornly push my head out through his underarm and stare in the direction of the explosion. My car! There was a bomb in Lily's car? "Are you okay?" "Did anything get hurt?" Random questions from strange voices fill my head. I stir and slowly lift up from the ground. "You two should go to the security unit and report the offender." Another person suggested. My eyes are still glued to the fire; I'm not lying on the floor at an accident scene anymore. I'm at a plane crash. I can see bodies burning. Images of smiley faces intercept my thoughts. A man and woman, a young girl, and a child that I feel is me. Images of the same family at the dining of a strange house fill my head. More images fi

“Disruption is tempting, but consider consequences. Missteps now will create loss, instability, and ruin for those who act in haste.” The murmurs slowed, uncertainty flickering across the faces of the more aggressive factions. Olivia could feel the subtle shift in energy—their influence bending the currents of unrest, reshaping the narrative without confrontation. ⸻ But the city would not be calmed so easily. Outside, the sound of pounding drums echoed—an organized group of agitators, masked and moving with purpose. They surged through the streets, calling for rebellion, demanding control over trade, influence, and alliances. Chaos was no longer a whisper—it was a storm on the horizon.

We can work through this together. _*]:min-w-0"> But we couldn't. Because the problem wasn't just what I'd done. It was what I was capable of doing again. The Omega abilities that could turn protective instincts into violent rage when properly triggered. The psychological vulnerabilities that Ian had exploited so easily. _*]:min-w-0"> "I'm a danger," I said to the empty cliff. "To her. To everyone. And mandatory therapy won't change fundamental flaws in my nature." _*]:min-w-0">