Dangerous Impulses 소설 & 이야기

"This isn't just about business anymore, if it ever was. This is personal, possessive, dangerous in a way that goes beyond rational threat assessment." "Then we're winning," I said, though the message had sent a chill through me despite my determination. "We're getting exactly the reaction we wanted. Evan's not thinking about protecting his empire or planning strategic countermoves. He's thinking about me, about possession and control, and that obsession is blinding him to everything else." "It also makes him more dangerous," Damian cautioned. "An obsessed man is unpredictable, capable of extreme actions he wouldn't normally consider."

"But in ten years? Twenty? When you've grown comfortable with that power, when the temptation becomes routine—how do we know you won't give in?" "You don't." The bluntness silences the chamber. "You don't know what I'll do in ten or twenty years any more than you know what any of us will do. Elder Ironwood, you could decide tomorrow to use your political influence to stage a coup. Elder Chen, you could use your financial connections to manipulate pack economies. Elder Brightwater, you could leverage your diplomatic ties to start a war." I spread my hands. "We're all dangerous. We're all capable of causing immense harm if we choose to. The entire point of this Council is that we've chosen not

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

"She acted on impulse tonight. When the impulse passes and she realizes what she did, she'll panic. That's the more dangerous phase." "Meaning she might talk."

Hunger twists low in my stomach instantly. Not just for blood. Something worse. I feel on the verge of loosing control. I do not lose control. I especially do not lose control over a girl I’ve never touched. My instincts disagree violently. Every predatory impulse inside me suddenly wants the exact same thing. Get closer. Isolate her. Remove every other threat around her until she belongs somewhere safe. Somewhere hidden. Somewhere mine. Dangerous thoughts. Catastrophically dangerous.

" I know that being close to me brings to this and am sorry Larissa truly though I also wished for his death and that I won't lie... You will always be there target if you stay by my side and am so selfish to let you go treasure but I can't bare seeing you like this. I want you so bad to let go but I have to say this" he said calmly as she listened her heart beating so hard as a shiver ran through her body. " You have a choice treasure, am a danger that will eat you up even danger is a bad that wants to be let free from my grasp. Am death it self. The thing here his you can leave Larissa.

“you see, the thought of you without another, most especially a female irritates you, you can’t hide that for sure” “is it because of the time spent in slavery, you’ve gotten so used to men fucking you that you can’t seem to adjust”. “I refuse to speak of what happened”, Jasper said, he could still feel the pains and torture, sometimes it was like he was still there, that experience had ruin and scarred him for life. “but we must, we must remember what had happened to us and steel ourselves, lest it happen again, we must remember what we’ve suffered to avoid us falling into traps of the enemy”, the lady said resting her hand on his cheeks.

I don't understand what I did or said to have him act this way towards me, I just want this to work because I really live him, and in order for a relationship to work we need to comunicate. However, as soon as I try to break his sky high wall, he pushes back with a force three times larger and hurts me more than a shotgun wound would. I just wish that for just this once, he would try to let me in. In my distressed state, I forget to look both ways before crossing the road, and so the last thing I see are two bright white car lights, coming toward me way too fast not to hit me, despite the loud sound of brakes. *** Axel's P.O.V.

But I knew that things were going to be a lot more complicated now, and I just hoped that I was worth that trust. “We are going to be fighting back in the same dirty way, at this point, we really don’t have another option.” I said, shaking my head. I knew that being impulsive was not going to get me anywhere, but I also knew that leaving things hanging the way that they were would only lead to dangerous consequences. And needless to say, I couldn’t afford putting my mate through something like that. “You do realize that we could be watched or…”

The velocity at which they are moving with towards this detrimental ebb is fretting. "Where do we begin?" I snap at Deep, pulling myself from his hold and stepping aside. "Where do you begin? Are you guys in your right senses? You both are acting on impulse and that is as fucking simple as digging your own graves." I didn't mean to howl, but this guys' guts are irritating me to the core. "Graves or no graves, impulse or no impulse, this guy needs to be stopped ASAP!" "And you guys think you have what it takes to stop him? Hello? Didn't you guys listen to his speech earlier? In case you didn't notice, he wasn't addressing the public. It was a message he was transmitting across to you guys! To