Dangerous Personality Novels & Stories

and took me towards my empty bath tub. He stepped inside my sufficiently big bath tub and sat down and forcefully made me sat on his lap where his slightly erected member was now poking my already swollen core... he started tap for hot and cold water both, very soon out tub started filling up with Luke warm water as Ethan started kissing me tenderly..... I too gave in and kidding him, only to be pulled back by my hairs harshly in between..... “Why the fuck you was with Jacob yesterday?” he questioned me in hid dangerous voice This guys has developed bipolar personality! I thought myself and replied “he just wanted a date for club... so I tagged him...”

The more I thought he would get farther and farther away and I would never see him again the more I struggled. Now, I understand why love is dangerous. When you love truly, you let go of all your inhibitions. You forget how to be rational. Too much emotion will eat away at you. You give all you've got without thinking how that person could possibly hurt you. And even if you’re already hurting, you’ll still insist. I cried more as the wind blew my way.

Mae breathe out in relief but that was only shortlived as another reason for her to panic came up again. "Who else does he have tailing me Damian?" "Just me, for some months now." Mae frowned, "why?" "The boss thinks that there is no reason to keep hovering over you, everyone in town knows that you belong to him and so far so good, you have been a good girl and have not attempted to leave this town". Mae snickered. "like I could even if I'd wanted to." "Look Mae, this mafia life is dangerous. I know they assure protection but I want you and the father of your baby to be done with his family as soon as you can get your bearings and hide your identities well".

“Yes, the exception. You see Niklaus Artymov tried to destroy you, your livelihood your reputation, everything about you, and you didn’t let that hinder you. You built yourself back up, sure you couldn’t get a job in the corporate world but your spirit never broke. I have seen countless people fall under his less than savoury side, and their lives were ruined.” “So what, I didn’t let a dickhead get to me, and that makes me special?” “No.” “Gee thanks, there goes my self-esteem.” Somehow he was even closer, his lips curling into a smirk that had humour in it, a humour that was too close to mockery for my liking. He was polarising, to say the least, Mr Emerson might be even more unpredictable

She can't believe sir Francis would question her about that. "I trust you. This is my first time helping so tell me if there is anything I can do." A maid picks up a tray of glasses filled with champagne. She turns around and bumps Charles. The champagne spills on his expensive flowery shirt and shorts. Charles is an extremely good looking guy with a slender physique. Charles clenches his fist tightly as he feels the anger boiling inside of him. He is the last child of the Viva who loves the fun and crazy lifestyle. He is literally a spoilt brat.

Meaning he was dangerous. I called myself dangerous solely because I have no fucks about who you are, I'll kill you if I want to. However Thiago? This man was discreetly a psychopath waiting to be let out of his cage. I knew he respected me and the boys more then anything however he had his limits and I knew what pissed him off, even if he trusted me more then anyone, if he was pissed, he was fucking pissed. I'd say he learns that from me however unlike me, he can control his anger. I can't.

"What?" "A Psycho, okay? He has a mental disorder something related to trauma. Listen to me, Ashley, this guy can be DANGEROUS for you, okay? He isn't normal. I don't know what could have put him in such a behavior but I am sure that he isn't someone you will want to be with. He is the real definition of a bad guy. Please, can you promise to not see him again?" Jennie was pleading desperately. She didn't want her sister to get into any form of trouble. Ashley was still trying to get it into her head that Alex was someone with a disorder.

"You fucked another woman again, the same night we were intimate." "Lily." He makes a move to me. "Don't call my name." I'm so mad, I don't even want to listen to him. "Why did you fuck her?" "Lily, listen to me." He shouts at me. I quiet for a while, then scream again. "Maybe you know what? I think you deserve everything you suffered back in Italy because you don't care about anybody but yourself. You're just a dark sadist who loves hurting people because you are immune to pain. You're so used to pain that nothing can hurt you again. You deserve the rape, starvation, and..." I stop. I'm gone too far. I intend to hurt him, but I know I shouldn't have brought his traumatic past into this argu

Slowly, I turned, making it clear I wasn't eager to see him, and then I paused. Not because he was ugly. Far from it. He was ridiculously handsome: blonde hair, storm cloud gray eyes, and a face carved by a god. This man could pose as the devil, and people would still worship him. And he was taller than me. Huh. Not an everyday occurrence. Too bad he was a prick. I sighed. Why did the handsome ones always come with a catch? If it wasn't a small dick, it was a pungent personality. His brows rose. "I'm going to take that sigh to mean you have a problem with me?"

“And when they realized that… you became the easiest way to hurt me.” Lena’s pulse echoed in her ears. “But who? Who is doing this?” Alexander hesitated — and that hesitation terrified her. “His name is Marcus Hale,” Alexander finally said. “He used to be on the Board. He and I built this company together. Then we turned into enemies.” “Hale…” Lena repeated slowly. “Detective Hale?” “No,” he said quickly. “Different person. Same last name. Marcus is… more dangerous.” Lena stepped closer, fear and anger tangled inside her chest. “Alex… if he’s that dangerous, why didn’t you tell the police?”