Dangerous Love Drama Novels & Stories

I let my emotions take over and I acted on impulse but look where it got me. Not only does Sean hate me but he even promises never to treat me as nothing more than his best friend's daughter. I watched as he walked over to his room door and slammed the door behind him as if to express his anger furthermore. My heart ached as I soon as I heard the slamming of his door. I ran up the stairs and straight to my room, closing the door behind me as I felt to the floor with a loud thud. My first love has ended even before it started.

Nadia's POV A searing rage ignites within me, burning through my veins like a blazing fire. I clench my fists, my knuckles turning white, as I struggle to contain the torrent of emotions threatening to spill over. My mind races, thoughts swirling with a mix of anger and frustration. How appalling to be threatened because of those low lives? The audacity of this intensifies my burning desire to prove myself, to show the world that I am unmatched in everything. "How can I be threatened with Rivera, Isabella, just how?!!, I rant to her. "Rivera's behavior is grating on my last nerve, and this disrespect is pushing the boundaries of what I can endure."

"What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about you making a smart choice. You were forced into this marriage, right? And Me, well, you know that I love you. But you also know that I will never let you go. And I will not change into a vanilla guy to accommodate any unacceptable whims you decide to engage in. I will always love you. I will treat you like a Princess. But I will not hesitate to discipline you whenever it's necessary. And that is where we have a problem. So I'm giving you a chance at freedom. Kill me now to end it, or keep me alive and stay by my side. Which will it be? And don't worry, the gloves covering your hands will save you from any form of investigation. The gun is sile

He never loved anyone and now for the first time when He got aware of his feelings, He wanted his wife to feel the same thing for him. The woman thought that whatever they had between them was nothing but obsession and lust but it was more than that. Their twisted attraction was more than a few rolls in the bed. It was not only obsession but love. A dangerous love. The kind of love which couldn't be described with a few poetic lines, it was more of a gasoline and fire. Their love was like a volcanic eruption. Dangerous and wild. Insane and Dirty. Love which knew no bounds.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

I squashed that dangerous little softness in my chest as fast as closing a misclicked app. No. This isn’t right. A proper lover knows when to let go and when to walk away. Not get all sentimental after just a couple rounds and start imagining this “cozy domestic life” script. That’s not romance—that’s asking for trouble. Julian was undeniably charming—so charming it blurred your boundaries. And that was exactly why he was dangerous. Like a top-shelf liquor, smooth on the way down but with a kick that sneaks up on you—you take a sip and before you know it, you’re tipsy.

he asked repeatedly. Scared Daria tried to reach the door but Adrian was faster, and he grabbed her again. “I still love you, please remember all the plans we had, remember our promises” adrian continued holding her against a mirror. “Daria please” Adrian finally said her name, and she was shocked and her mind was immediately jolted as images began to flash each one a little clearer than the last until she finally saw Adrian’s face smiling lovingly at her. Adrian smashed the mirror behind her and a shred of glass sliced her face leaving a trail of blood, and Adrian’s hand began to bleed but that didn’t stop him.

But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, forcing her to keep her love hidden, locked away from the prying eyes of her family. Diyo, a mere 18 years old and burdened with the weight of his unknown past, lay unconscious, fighting for his very life. His existence was shrouded in mystery, leaving him vulnerable and unaware of the dangerous forces at play. And then there was me, Isabella, an unwitting participant in their cruel world. I had stumbled into their lives by accident, but now I found myself entangled in their web of secrets and betrayal. My only family, the one person I held dear, was on the brink of being torn away from me because of the darkness that surrounded us. In this twisted web of

“What’s your name?” “Talia. Talia Alba.” “Okay. Get me my drink now.” And when you land, you’ll have a termination letter waiting in your inbox, Talia Alba. -00- The room in this apartment building was perfect for stalking my target, who was staying at the hotel across the street. He was with his bitch in the dining room, eating breakfast from room service. The young woman next to him was wearing nothing but a robe. She stroked his face gently before putting a grape in his mouth. His eyes never left the young woman. He was crazy about her, while she only saw him as a walking platinum card that she could use to buy whatever she wanted.