Novel & Cerita Dangerous Lovers

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.

Damian is like sweet poison, one I’m not afraid to take, especially if he keeps coming back to me. I just really want him despite knowing how dangerous he is. He’s dangerous and I’m playing with fire but I have always loved danger. I still love him, I stopped cleaning him for a while when I felt his temperature had gone lower than it should be initially, his body is really cold now. I sat beside him for a while, taking in his beautiful figure. I traced my finger on his wound and I just couldn’t help but think. How could one love someone so much despite all of the obvious red flags and knowing it’s never going to end well?

One particularly vicious countess tries to leak a photoshopped intimate photo; palace security catches it in time, but the attempt leaves me rattled and angry. One evening after a brutal strategy session with advisors, I’m pacing the library, nerves frayed. “I hate this,” I admit when Aragorn finds me. “I hate that they can twist every look, every photo, every word into something ugly. I feel like I’m on trial for daring to love you.” He crosses the room and pulls me into his arms, holding me tight. “I know. I hate it too. But we’re not letting them win. Tell me what you need right now.”

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 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?

"Liliana, the first time I saw you, I knew in my heart that you were the woman for me. I will do everything just to keep you safe. I will protect our relationship from people who wants to destroy us. I will never allow anyone to come between us. You are for me and I am yours. Our soul and body will be as one. Even death could never hinder me and you from being together. Stay beside me forever Lily, don't leave me." " I love you until forever is through and beyond death. I, Xavier, take you, Liliana Lan Reed, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer,

l'd only mentioned Asher and Rafael because l saw them in an ad campaign yesterday and they were fresh on my mind. "Reynolds is married, and Donovan and Pessoa live in Europe," Dante said silkily. "I'm afraid you're out of luck, mia cara." "True." I heaved a long-suffering sigh. "In that case, I guess you'll have to do." A laugh bubbled in my throat when he narrowed his eyes. "You're baiting me." "Just a little." My laugh finally spilled out at his scowl. I could practically see the bruises forming on his ego.

“I mean it. Please stay.” And as I looked into his eyes, I realized… This was dangerous. The fact I wanted to stay was dangerous. My desires were dangerous.

"Just to tell you not to marry him? Sophie, this is a big thing! This is huge! I left home as soon as Liam told me because I knew I wouldn't be able to convince you over the phone." I cross my arms over my chest, ignoring the fact that people are talking about us marrying when I can't even begin to imagine Axel popping the question. "And why exactly shouldn't I marry him?" Theo sighs. "Isn't it obvious? He's bad for you, Soph. How can you be certain that he's going to stay loyal to you? That he won't hurt you like he did a million times in the past? I know you are in love with him but don't you think that marriage requires a little more stability in the relationship?" he makes some valid poi

I haven’t been attracted to anyone else ever since. I would love nothing more than to be able to openly embrace her and carelessly love her in front of any one and every one but life just isn’t always that easy. We risk so much with this bond. A vampire and werewolf bond is just unthinkable and both of our families would no doubt kill us.