Fierce Perilous Stakes Novels & Stories

Forest: Why the hell am I burning up like this? Is it a heart attack or maybe even a stroke. I've never heard of a twenty year old experiencing a heart attack before but I'm sure it's not impossible. Wait, it doesn't feel like there's any pain but I've never felt this burn sensation before. Like my heart is under attack and it stands no chance. Like I actually enjoy whatever this is. I gaze up and I completely forgot that there's this stranger staring holes into my eyes.

I wanted to push her against the wall and bury my face between her thighs until she screamed. Goddamn, this girl is dangerous. I knew her type. Beatrice was like that. The kind of women that slowly pulled you in until you lost sight of anything else. I called them the sirens. And I wasn’t wrong, if anything, her eyes showed it. “For God’s sake, woman,” I said with a low chuckle, trying to hide how hard I was getting. “Stop biting your lip like that and say something.” “I—I got lost.” I raised an eyebrow, still holding her close. “Indeed.”

Don't come here, it will fuel Stephen's suspicion. “Stephen, seriously, back off,” I hissed, trying to wrench myself away, and escape from there but Stephen only tightened his hold, completely oblivious that Damien was coming close. “Make me,” Stephen challenged. “Is there a problem here?” Damian’s deep, I heard his deep voice and I could feel a sense of relief. He stood facing us, a certain calm, dangerous aura around him. Stephen blinked, caught off guard by the sheer hostility of the older man, he was shocked, this man again. His hold on me relaxed.

“Boss will love breaking you properly after Vale’s sloppy seconds.” Pera’s head throbbed, but adrenaline surged. She wasn’t the same innocent girl who had walked into Marcus’s club. He had awakened something feral inside her. She twisted, slamming her elbow into the man’s neck. He grunted, stumbling. She kicked wildly, her bare foot connecting with his knee. They crashed against the stairwell wall. Gunfire echoed from above Marcus’s roar cutting through the chaos like thunder. “Pera!”

"But I am absolutely not losing this motorcycle club to a man like Viper. And I am sure as hell never losing you, Tessa." He leaned his head down and kissed meslowly, deeply, and with a raw intensity, pouring all of his heavy stress, fear, and dark obsession straight into my mouth. When he finally pulled his lips away, his dark eyes were completely black with a deep need. "I am still earning your heart, Tessa," he whispered fiercely against my skin. "Even while every single thing around us burns to the ground." As I curled my body tight into his broad chest and listened to the distant, roaring sound of heavy motorcycles revving their engines outside the windowbrothers standing guard in the d

Marshall was also there, laughing and dancing with the staff. I was to intently glaring daggers at I don't know what, until our eyes met. The intensity in his eyes when met mine sent shivers down my spine. He can be calm and easy going at one and dangerous the second. The mischievous and evil glint in his eyes as he continued to stare me was making me uncomfortable and I chugged down another drink.

Stir the earth just a little too deep, you might find its trouble responding. Bring the dust too her and you will get drowned in it. What you deemed wrong, another considers glorious. In the end, it's all a matter of perception. **** Raging flames, raging flames, That was all she felt. Her blood burning and the fire coursing through her, consuming every part of her. Conflagrated, She was burnt in anger, her chest heaved with every breath she took. She would choke him till his breath left him and his heart never beats again but she was locked behind bars like the criminals she used to toss there and the police could not get a hold of him either.

I mumbled against his chest, inhaling his strong cologne mixed with his musky scent which made me lick my lips involuntarily. Fuck, did he always smell this good? “Never. I’m not brave like you to take a chance even if it means to get hurt. I’m a coward, Hazel.” “What do you mean?” “The girl I like, I could have told her that I liked her but I was afraid that she wouldn’t feel the same way and now it’s just too late.”

“You don’t understand. This isn’t just about killing her. It’s about taking everything she stole from me.” She laughed again, breathless and sharp. “I want her to know what it feels like to be hunted. To be helpless. To watch everything she loves burn.” The man swallowed but nodded. Despite their unease, they would follow through. Rogues were not moral creatures. They were practical ones. And Felicity’s coin still spent just fine. As the fire crackled low and the camp settled into restless silence, Felicity stood alone at the edge of the clearing, staring toward the distant borders of Silver Fang.

I meant it. And right then, a loud crash thundered from upstairs, shaking the walls. A vicious, guttural roar followed. That was no ordinary anger. That was a beast. Percival—or rather, X—was awake. Maximus moved fast, stepping in to block me from the staircase. His expression was sharp, focused. “William. Jack. With me.” He glanced back once, smirking like he knew exactly what kind of storm he was walking into. “We’re entering dangerous territory.”