Dangerous Love Drama Novels & Stories

We walked into the hotel, and just as usual, it was flooded with pretty women from Dome. Looking at them, all I could think of was Regan. There was a possibility they were his girls. I would not be surprised. The bastard was sick; the fact that he would pimp his wife, whom he loved and was jealous about, to people for personal gains was sick. When I saw his broadcast, I knew he was mad about Stacy leaving him. He did not expect that she would switch sides so quickly, but how could he expect someone he drove so much fear into to love him? He loved her in his own way and wanted her back but too bad for him; I wasn't letting go. I love her too, and my love is dangerous.

The truth will destroy your marriage before it even begins. Damien read the message over my shoulder. His entire body tensed with fury. “Someone is playing a very dangerous game with us,” he growled, pulling me tighter against him. “And when I find out who… I’ll make them pay.” He kissed me again — deep and possessive — but as his arms wrapped around me, one terrifying question consumed my thoughts: Was I falling in love with the man who might have murdered his last pregnant lover?

he growled against my throat, teeth grazing my skin. I hated how much I liked the sound of his name on my tongue. Instead of answering, I dragged his mouth back to mine. This kiss was slower, wetter, more dangerous. His hands roamed down my back, gripping my hips, rocking me against him in a rhythm that made my head spin. When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathing raggedly, his eyes were almost black with want. My lips felt swollen. My heart was trying to punch its way out of my chest.

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS

Abhi: So truth or dare. Dhr: Truth.. Soha: Do you love anyone.. When she asked this dhruv saw images of Aliya..He saw images of their first meet 8 years back and their first kiss which confused him.. Dhruv pov: What the hell is happening to me..Why am I thinking about Aliya..Why am i repeating the same mistake?..she is nothing but a bitch..When I hugged her I felt like I was in heaven even after everything she did..Am I mad?.. How can i forget she is the reason for our suffering..

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

Elon muttered. I grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes. Elon went rigid at the touch. "Listen to me very carefully. Douglas Chen is dangerous. He's suspected of trafficking, money laundering, and at least three murders. If he discovers you're working for me, he won't just kill you. He'll make it slow." I released his chin. "So you need to be perfect. Can you do that?" Elon rubbed his jaw, glaring at me. "Why do you care if I die? You could just find another con artist."

“I know how it sounds. I know it’s wrong. I know I’m engaged. I know you don’t want to hear this but… I love you. I really do. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop feeling this.” Scarlett stepped closer. “Elena,” she murmured, voice low, “love isn’t stupid. But this…” she gestured between them, “…is dangerous.” “I don’t care,” Elena whispered. “I don’t care anymore.” Elena moved closer—slowly, giving Scarlett time to pull away. But Scarlett didn’t. She lifted her hand and touched Elena’s waist gently, her fingers warm and steady. Elena inhaled sharply at the touch, the closeness, the intimacy of it. Scarlett’s other hand came up, brushing away a tear from Elena’s cheek with her thum

From betrayal and survival. From a lie that started everything. And maybe, just maybe… was becoming truth. Even if it tore him apart. Even if it was dangerous. Because loving Dominic was dangerous. But not loving him? Might be worse. ---

Zayden turned to his men, tossing the gun back to them. Then, without a word, he grabbed Hema’s wrist. She gasped as he yanked her forward. Her body crashed into his chest. Zayden’s fingers slid into her hair, tilting her head back. His eyes locked onto hers—dark. Hungry. Dangerous. “You’ll regret that, love.” Then, in a voice softer than a whisper— “Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go for him.” And with that, Zayden dragged her few meters away from the blood pool.