I Too Like To Live Dangerously Novels & Stories

"You walked into his office alone? Do you have any idea what Adrian is planning to do to you right now?" "I know exactly what he is planning because Marcus just told me," I said directly, looking straight up into his angry face, refusing to back down. "I am tired of playing the quiet bookstore owner, Darien. I am tired of waiting for the corporate meetings to end while people threaten my life." Darien gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching so hard the bone looked sharp. He looked down at my face, his large fingers digging deep into my waist as his restraint completely broke.

Zack said simply. “I hope you are being careful, Zack,” his father said seriously. Zack rolled his eyes at his father’s words. “Careful? He scoffed. “Dad, I am always careful.” He leaned back on the couch, stretching his arms above his head. “Besides, she is not like the others,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “She is special.” His father sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I know she is, but that does not mean you can be reckless.” Zack sighed, turning to look at his father. “I am not being reckless, I just... I really like her,” he insisted. He paused, a rare moment of Vulnerability crossing his face. “She makes me want to be a better person,” he admitted quietly.

"Safety is wildly overrated. You've been safe your entire life, Iris. You were safe when you were saving yourself for a man who bored you. You were safe when you were writing about passion you'd never experienced. You were safe when you were planning a wedding to someone who looks at you like you're made of glass." He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his voice dropping to a murmur. "I'm the only person who's ever seen the parts of you that aren't safe. The hungry, restless, insatiable parts. Don't ask me to walk away from that. I've tried and I can't do it." "You're going to destroy us all." "Maybe." He pulled back just enough to look at me, and his eyes were dark and unflin

Dangerous. But real.

“Daniel is my friend, which is a word you clearly do not understand.” He leans against his car like we are having a normal conversation and not standing beside the road after he turned me into campus entertainment. “Friend sounds very safe.” “It is safe,” I say, and my voice comes out sharper than I plan. “Some people are actually capable of being around me without causing public damage.” His eyes move over my face, slow enough to annoy me and quick enough to deny it if I accuse him. “Safe must be boring.” My stomach tightens, and I hate that the line lands anywhere near my skin. “Dangerous must be exhausting.”

I'm war, aren't I? Then, let's take one step at a time, and I'll start with him- the guy that I saw a while ago. if I'll need to live in the Afrókrema, then I will. I'll live the life which my mother ran away from. Am I already insane if I'll do that? If I am, then I should be proud of being insane then. If curiosity will kill me, then take my life for I don't want to be part of this shit anymore!

It took time for old habits to die out. “Look me in the eye Dante and tell me that I am truly safe. Tell me that once they get desperate− and they will get desperate− they won’t sacrifice everyone I have and then sacrifice me too. I won’t let someone else sacrifice my life. It means too much to me. I’d rather do it myself. That way, whatever happens to me is not in vain. So please… never drag me near there again.”

I didn't get that high I get with her. That's when I finally admitted it to myself. It's her. It's just her. No one else. No one else makes me feel the she does. Just a kiss, just a touch, and she takes me places I've never been. It's not healthy. I know that. I always have. I know she's not good for me. I know she toxic for me. I just...can't find it my soul to give a damn. I live for danger. It's my whole life always has been. The Mafia is a place where you live, or you die. The world is aplace where you live, or you die.

The thought that he might have sacrificed something significant, for me, burned with an unfamiliar heat. "Of course, he probably did it to save his own perfect hide," I grumbled, trying to reignite the familiar indignation. But even that fell flat. Desiree had vouched for him. If he was clean, he had nothing to fear from me. Which meant... he'd done it to help. Me. The girl who'd stormed into a restaurant and threatened to dismantle his life. The irony was so bitter, it almost tasted like the burnt coffee I'd probably still be drinking if Kingston hadn't introduced me to caramel swirl lattes.

“ but i want him to suffer slowly, above all, let him smell what it’s like to lose everything, you ever have” “it shall be done!!”.....