Dangerous Love Drama Novels & Stories

he murmured, sending shivers down her spine. "But don't think for a second," she added through gritted teeth, "that I'll ever fall in love with you." Damian’s smirk deepened. "Challenge accepted." He held her gaze for a moment longer, as though he was reading every thought that flickered behind her angry eyes. "Good," Damian finally said, his voice low and dangerous. "Because love is the last thing I’m offering." Aurora’s heart squeezed painfully at his words, though she told herself she didn’t care. She couldn't care.

"Because everyone I love either dies or leaves. Love looks like a trap." Damien looked at her softly. "it is, occasionally. but it’s additionally what makes us strong." "How?" "When you love someone, you find it more difficult. You don’t surrender. That makes you dangerous." Celeste smiled faintly. "Then we’re both dangerous." "Yeah. We are." He kissed her — gentle at first, then deeper. Like he’d been waiting forever. When they pulled apart, Celeste felt lighter. Like she could finally breathe. "What’s our plan?" she asked.

The thought sent chills through me. “The Maranos are really fucked up,” I muttered again, my mind spiraling. “And he knows me... shit. What if Marco planted bombs here?” Marco's definitely a psycho. And obviouslyDangerous. That much I was sure of. And even if Daya's uncle hadn’t spelled it out, deep down I knew who was really pulling the strings—it had to be the Maranos. Xavier… seemed different. Yes, he looked dangerous—he was dangerous—butnot like them. I guess.

"Do I look like someone who would hit a woman?" A beat passed. "Then again, maybe you're the one who likes to play, huh?" Damian growled, his voice sharp and sarcastic. 'Yes, I only flicked her forehead till she almost cried,' he added silently with a scowl. "I'm sorry, young master," Brown muttered, bowing slightly. "I don't understand you well enough." But love makes people stupid. And dangerous. Brown had seen enough madness in the name of love to be cautious. Who knew if Damian's emotions had exploded enough to-

“Layla, I can’t just, he’s manipulative, cold, and—” “And he’s your only option,” Layla interrupted gently. “I know you hate the idea, Ava, but your parents are in danger. You’d be protecting them by partnering with him.” The words hit Ava like a punch to the gut. Layla was right, as much as she hated to admit it. Damien was her only way out. But the thought of tying herself to him, even temporarily, made her feel trapped. “Think about it,” Layla said softly. “I’ll support you no matter what, but you don’t have much time.”

"Why not?" "Because I want this too. Whatever this is. I want it even though I shouldn't. Even though it's dangerous. Even though it will ruin everything." Julian's forehead pressed against hers. "Tomorrow the trustees will tear us apart. Will question everything. Will look for any crack in our foundation." "I know." "We should prepare. Practice our story. Get our lies straight." "I know." "Instead I'm standing here wishing this was real. Wishing you were really mine."

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes and

The black silky curtains were drawn together, and the only lights in the room was a chandelier of shimmering crystals, light from the sun seeping through the cracks of the curtains, casting odd shadows on the wall. In the middle of the room was a big luxurious bed. The crisp white sheets are rumbled and stained with my blood. The dark red velvet looks above, and the pillows are a color of white, and black. The room reeked of sex. I had given my virginity to a stranger. I always promised myself I would give it to someone I love, if possibly my future husband. Not that I’m a religious or traditional fanatic, but I always wished to give it to the one I really love, which can’t be possible anymo

For several seconds, she didn't turn around. Then she quietly said, "That's what I'm afraid of." And walked away. Amara stood there alone. For the first time, she wasn't sure which frightened her more. Finding her father. Or falling for the woman who had warned her not to. --- That afternoon, Amara received a message. Unknown number. You want to find Daniel? Her fingers froze. Another message arrived. Then stop trusting Alessia. Amara stared at the screen. A final message appeared. She knows where your father is. Amara's heart dropped. She slowly looked toward the hallway. Alessia was standing there. Watching her. To be continued...

ANASTASIA'S POV Hi, my name is Anastasia Black, let me tell you a little about myself. My parents died during a war between them and another mafia but, I don't remember anything since I was very young when it happened. 34 I grew up on the streets without any food or shelter. Until one day this 16-year-old boy came and started teaching me street fighting. After a while we got pretty close, I had soon fallen in love with him. He taught me how to fight, so I could protect myself, we both got matching tattoos as a sign of our friendship but, suddenly the next day he disappeared. 23