I Too Like To Live Dangerously Novels & Stories

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

I guess I'm just scared of getting hurt. 'You can't learn to run without falling once or twice.' 'True, but I'd prefer to learn to run somewhere where I won't break bones.' 'Mm. So who's your fantasy girl, then?' 'Oh god... um. Natalie Portman.' 'Her?' Lexi makes a face. 'She's a great actress, but she's a little cuckoo for my tastes.' 'Crazy is interesting,' I disagree. The wine is warming me and making me more talkative. It's nice. Lexi is easy to talk to.

Evan notices because Evan notices everything at the worst possible time. “You’re going to crease that into evidence,” he says. Julian looks down and releases the thick card. “I am not nervous.” “I know. You’re always this relaxed before seeing a man you almost kissed while his fiancée stands beside him in couture.” Julian turns his head slowly. “Do you enjoy living dangerously?” “I work with you. I’ve accepted the risks.” Julian looks out the window instead of answering.

The city—vibrant, dangerous, unpredictable—had never felt more alive… or more theirs. Together.

Lucas’s POV “Can you believe this dad? Because I certainly still can’t” I said in my usual sarcastic tone that I’m sure my family is used to by now. You see, they consider me to be the crazy, impulsive, funny one out of the whole family; although not so many of them actually consider me funny at all, but that’s what I consider fun to be like. I’ve never had a problem with my character before now. I was crazy and a little unbalanced and I loved myself that way, accepted that side of me that longs for a dangerous life and a dangerous game. I don’t care what that danger might bring for me, I don’t even care if it kills me in the process. I’m quite okay with dying unlike other people who are eve

"I didn't know what to believe. I still don't." "But you got in the car with me anyway." "You pulled me out of a wreck. I didn't have a lot of options." "You had options. You could have run. You could have called someone else. You could have told Lucas to take you anywhere but here." He tilts his head. "But you didn't." I hate that he's right. "Maybe I wanted answers more than I wanted safety," I say. "That's a dangerous way to live." "I already died once. Dangerous doesn't scare me anymore."

Tonight I am in the same place I find myself every night. A place between excitement and danger. Where you live on the edge of pleasure, of pure adrenaline that flows through your veins. I love every minute of the thrill. I did not get to be here by playing safe or obeying the rules that society sets. Do I desire this lifestyle? Absolutely yes.

I nodded, trembling, heart thundering. He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “I wasn’t always… like this. Dangerous. Reckless. Obsession wrapped in desire. There were people… people I thought I could trust. Friends, family… enemies I never saw coming. Betrayals that taught me fire was the only way to survive.” I listened, captivated and horrified, every word digging into my chest. His life had always been a storm, but hearing it, seeing the jagged edges of it, made the danger around him tangible. Real. Alive.

just not your regular helpless and pampered spoilt rich kid. "If they think they can mess with me this easily...they are in for a rude awakening...." I vowed aloud, I wasn't their regular encounter.... I was dangerous, to the extent that even I knew I was dangerous... I was raised to be... father always said, in the dangerous world we live in, only the deadly can survive.... and survive I would.

Even though I was angry his touch which was normally so electric felt strangely reassuring. “Ivy leaving this mansion would put you in danger…serious risk.” The suitcase jiggled on the bed as I tore my arm away. “I dont care! Do you hear me? I dont care! What could be more dangerous than living this… this delusion? Than not knowing who I am or who is really around me? At least if I'm out there I'll be free! Free to make my own mistakes, free to face my own dangers free to live a life that isnt dictated by some ancient prophecy and a bunch of shadowy figures!”