Dangerous Love Drama Novels & Stories

The stranger pulled him close enough that their breath ghosted against his hair. "We will meet again, love," they whispered, and pressed their lips briefly to the crown of his head, as if sealing a promise neither of them had agreed to. He froze, every nerve screaming conflicting things at once — fear, fury, something else he refused to name. "I won't mind killing you right now," he said, voice flat, dangerous in its own quiet way. It wasn't a threat born of panic. It was a statement of fact, delivered the way some men ordered coffee.

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

“He's a guy, they think with their dicks half the time!” She ran a hand through her hair, a tell-tale sign she was agitated and stood up pushing back from the table. “Fine, but I've warned you. Don't come crying to me if you fall in love and things go south.” She storms out, leaving me seated, a stunned silence settling in her wake. Love? The possibility of me ever falling in love was less than zero. I'd seen what it does to people, been a victim of its destructive power. I didn't intend to fall anywhere!

“And if I don’t sign either?” He chuckled. “Then you walk into obscurity. Strip clubs. Cheap lovers. And in a few years, you’ll beg someone to dominate you because no one will ever come close to how Damian ruined you.” Her body clenched. He knew. He knew the way Damian touched her. Because they’d been watching. Filming. Evaluating. “This was never love,” Lydia whispered, her throat tightening. “It was an audition.” “No,” he said, coolly. “But it could become love. The most dangerous kind—the kind forged in power.”

Damien was still sitting on the backseat of my car tapping away on my phone, how he opened it was a mystery to me. " Get down, Damien bullets are blazing around here you might get shot." I tried using the girl's accent, the woman bust the door open and start shooting at me. This time she was accompanied by the two boys from before each and every one of them was holding a dangerous weapon, she fired at me, the other two boys were shooting non stop. I looked over at Damien to know if he was alright, he might be the devil's son but that doesn't mean he can't die, " get down!" I commanded pushing his head to lie down on the car seat.

“I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !” “Oh wow” I remarked softly. “Cecèlie you know better than to mess around with people like that, he is a walking danger!” Chloe screams again “ I know right" I said , scratching my head in regret. “It's stupid but he was being a jerk and I lost my cool.” “Well let’s just say his not used to hearing no from women, and I was happy to disappoint him” I smirk. “ oh my God , are you okay? you know he could do anything to you, he could send his men to shoot you or decapitate your head or

“Yeah, well, your love could get me in some major shit if I keep digging. And speaking of shit, how’s it going over there?” “It’s been…interesting. Never a dull moment, you know?” A pause. “Everyone okay?” “We’re good. Anxious to get hunting though.” “I’ll bet. Good luck. Sorry I couldn’t get anything else, but like I said, digging any deeper would cause all kinds of grief for me.” “Understood. I appreciate you taking the risk for us.” Though they both knew why she’d done it, and it wasn’t for him. She’d done it for Gage, break up or not,

But my mother doesn’t know, so who did? “You can’t have sex with someone you don’t love,” Dante says suddenly, his voice low but sharp, cutting through my thoughts. “But you never had sex with Liam, and you were with him for years. Didn’t you love him?” The question hits me like a slap. My heart stumbles over itself, and I gape at him. “How...how do you know that?” I stammer, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to sound calm. “How I know doesn’t matter, does it?”

He was head over heels in love even when the world labelled his type of love as a crime. Gender doesn't matter. Love did. He was never the problem. And when Dimitri's eyes met his, they crinkled at the corners. While the couples kissed on the stage, he drew him closer and claimed his lips too. It was soft. As if he was trying to express what words couldn't express and that was what he was trying to do. Vincent Reynolds did something to his soul, mind, and body. And even if he was to be ruined, it's by him and for him alone.

In an instant, the light shriek and strkle all back and forth to a collapse fragment! A/N: Book 1 of Dangerous Affection is finish! Thanks to the God; to my subscribers; and to all my followers. Especially those who adds the story to their library. My warmest thanks!