Dangerously Yours Book Novels & Stories

Only his friends know about his womanizing ways) Here in New York nandu and Ayesha board flight.. Malhothra empire: Manik is making out with his so called new slut after his tiring day.. There is one secret room behind Manik's bookshelf in Manik's cabin where he brings his new sluts..He is enjoying his make out session still planning for his revenge for the injustice happened to him unaware of the storm entering his life who is not only going to mess up his plans and revenge but also going to change him to a good human which he was eight years back..

I looked away. "I doubt the answer is written on Tia's face, Mother," he said, sounding short and impatient with her. "I ... I... I spent it," she managed. "On what!" He yelled at her. "You don't understand, Caleb. It is for our good. If I don't pay up, everything will crumble. He is dangerous, Caleb. Please let it go," She said, and I frowned at her. She said nothing and said a lot. The fear on her face said it all.

She asked. Robin who had just gotten into the hotel room and put down his bag walked over to the window and leaned next to it. "Katherine, perhaps you actually wanted to see me dead, or don't you?" He asked with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?" She asked, now a bit relieved that he was okay, judging from the tone of his voice, it was more like the Robin she knew. "Katherine, you just put my life in danger when you asked me to look into that address, like who are they? Are they like some president or some great association?" He asked her, no matter what, he was feeling overly curious right now.

“I did what I had to do to keep you safe. But make no mistake—I’ve claimed you as mine.” “What if I don’t want to be yours?” I spat, even though my body reacted to his, my blood heating up at his closeness as it always did. His fingers splayed out across my neck, eyes dark. “If that were true, why are you breathing hard and begging me to fuck you with your eyes?” His hand trailed down, squeezing my breast. “First, there were whispers—split her open, see what she looks like from the inside, tap that shit until she’s airtight—remember?” I shook my head. “Roman doesn’t think much of me, so he doesn’t always notice when I’m around.”

“Tell me more.” I swallowed. My tongue felt thick. “I think… the book is honest about how desire can feel dangerous. Not just to society, but to the self. Once you let it in—once you name it, once you act on it, you can’t pretend it isn’t there anymore which changes the way you see everything else. Even yourself.” He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, studying me with that same focused attention he gives to a difficult passage. “And have you ever let it in?”

"Look, baby. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, I never cheated on you, I have witnesses to confirm that. You know I'd never do that. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I know that I don't always treat you right - well, almost never - and I can't promise you that I will threat you the way you deserve from now on, but I can promise you that I will love you until I die, and if there's some sort of life after life, I'll love you even then." He oversteps on his feet, and I can't get over how ridiculous he looks. "I didn't know what to do to win you back, and then I remembered this thing I found in your bedroom a few days ago before everything went to shit. A manuscript of a story you

"I don’t care." He stood and crossed the room slowly, all that Alpha presence filling the space between us until I couldn't breathe past it, until every nerve I had was pointing at him like he was the only thing in the room worth pointing at. His hand came up and cupped my face and his thumb brushed my lower lip and I shuddered from my scalp to the soles of my feet. "You're playing with fire, little Omega." He said quietly. I tilted my chin up. "Burn me."

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

I was trying my best to read a book but my mind kept going back to Nathan's words kept coming back to me. Jaylen was dangerous. That was what he said. But regardless of the fact that I hated Nathan and I would never listen to a thing he said…I had my suspicions about Jaylen mingling with some dangerous people. Because of his movements and then his friends. I looked down at the page again, I had not moved from the single paragraph in minutes. I reread the lines and wondered if I should toss the book. But it had been dubbed online as the biggest book of the year, or the best, I couldn't remember.

Today is my third anniversary, the day I had come home early to surprise Alexandre, the very day I will Sophia in my bed. The front door stood open. From upstairs I could hear the unmistakable sounds of pleasure—a woman’s moan, and a man’s deep groan. “Right there, Sophia. Don’t stop.” I stood in my kitchen, champagne and roses in hand, my mind struggling to make sense of everything. But whatever force had brought me back, one thing was certain: I would make those two lying bastards pay. Whether this was the underworld, another universe, or some impossible second chance, Sophia and Alexandre would finally know the fury of a grieving mother.