Novel & Cerita Dangerous Lovers

"so tell me who you met" "I met her"said ben. "Met who?". asked emma. "Your sworn enemy lover". "Oh.now I get it.that's why you were confident". said emma as she figured out who the male met."so you met my dear friend mirabell".it wasn't a question. "Yea but she didn't seem to recognize me". said ben."you are surprised right?".Ben looked so hopeful that emma didn't want to break his heart. "Fine.you get $50". said emma rolling her eyes.

I queried, "you said you already know everything about me, so what is the point of getting myself over dressed?" " I didn't say that!" Here we go again this the third time we are having an argument in less than 72 hours. " I wanted to say that you look beautiful in a casual dress," " Am I wearing a dress right now?" I asked walking towards the bench. " Why don't you go over to the rollercoaster?" It will be fun. _______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the ro

Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, and Lyla and Majnun from the classic love story Nizami Ganjavi. Jakob says I have my head in too much fantasy, but I can't help but wonder... I heard car honks from a distance, then I heard the sound of a vehicle driving closer, it was probably my mom, I thought to myself. Right now I was home alone with Topaz, everyone else was basically at the back to school party grinding and making out

He had spoken promises I never thought anyone would make to me, and then he followed them up with actions that shook me to my core. And then there were his words. Three simple words. Spoken in that velvety Italian accent, rich and thick with emotion. I love you. How was it possible that a man like Dante Gallo—dangerous, powerful, ruthless—could love me? I was his opposite in so many ways. I wasn’t tough. I wasn’t bold or mysterious. I couldn’t protect anyone. I could barely protect myself.

“How comforting.” His expression didn't change. “It isn't supposed to be.” The honesty of that landed harder than reassurance would've. I looked back toward the windows again as rain blurred the city into gray streaks beyond the glass. “What are the actual dangers?” I asked quietly. This time Dante took slightly longer to answer. “Victor is dangerous when cornered,” he said. “Adrian is dangerous when underestimated.” “And Hannah?” At that, something colder entered his expression. “Hannah is desperate.”

Seeking……. "Betty… sweet Betty, give me your lips". Eyes closed, she raised tremulous lips to his, a willing captive of his passion. Her arms stole his neck. For Dan, it was too much. Her sweet surrender was more than he could bear, the feel of his staff clamped tight within the warm, wet prison of her sheath was more than he could stand. His thrust quickened. He lunged almost wildly. His climax rushed at him from all sides. The night exploded and so did he. A jagged groan erupted from deep in his chest, his seed spewing from him almost violently, flooding her with fire.

“We survive. Together. No matter what. Ava’s fingers threaded through his hair, her body trembling, the heat between them undeniable, dangerous, and exhilarating. “Always,” she whispered back. And as the garage fell silent again, the shadow of what was coming stretched long and dark across the concrete floor. Because in their world, love was dangerous, desire was lethal, and survival had a price higher than they could yet imagine. The next attack, the next betrayal, and the next passionate collision between danger and desire was already waiting.

" To love is risky, not to love is foolish" ~ Liam pov ~ I'm such a mess. My whole life has been. That's the life of a Prince wanted on the throne. Sometimes I wish I had an older brother. It's not that I care much or I've always obeyed the orders and followed the rules, but leaving like a fugitive in this world doesn't suck at all. I hadn't thought I would find my mate here. Damn.., I never thought someone would ever be able to love me.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

"Nigel, you had my parents and brother tied up and thrown into the sea, didn't you?" He froze. Then, trembling, he asked, "So you knew everything?" Nigel reached out to take my hand. "I was mistaken. I thought your father was the one who killed mine. Jenna, I didn't mean to." I jerked my hand away and slapped him across the face. "You didn't mean to? But you had my family killed! And you injured me, leaving me unable to have children for the rest of my life. Nigel Heath, you're a heartless monster."