Novel & Cerita I Too Like To Live Dangerously

There was nothing left to say, not with the body cooling on the ground and the same unanswered question hanging in the air it always did after encounters like this one: *who is he, really? --- Across the city, in a part of it that couldn't have felt further removed from abandoned factories and electric chairs, the night pulsed with music and neon light. The club shimmered in shades of violet and pink, glass railings catching the glow of a hundred shifting lights as bodies moved and laughter spilled out over the bass. "*drags Van*" Lance Ivory tugged his best friend along by the sleeve, grinning. "Come on, it'll be fun." "*getting dragged* Are you sure?" Van asked, clearly less convinced.

His voice was calm like he was talking about a hobby, not a life-threatening profession. “Fun?” I repeated, incredulous. “What’s there to enjoy? Your life is constantly at risk. Doesn’t that bother you?” He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “Sure, it can be scary sometimes. But if you think about it, everything is dangerous. You could stay home all your life, and the one time you step out to buy groceries, you get hit by a truck. Hell, you could slip in the bathroom and die.” He gave me a pointed look. “So I’d rather spend my time doing something that actually excites me.”

The Venturi brothers live a wildly dangerous life. I wish I were brave and courageous enough to say. “Ha! I laugh in the face of danger.” When in reality. Ya, girl over here runs in the opposite direction when life gets too risky.

Dangerous. “Tomorrow.”

Axel's POV This goddamned fucking girl. She is so different and I like it so much that I can't explain it; she has this fire inside of her and I want it, I need her to burn me, to make me feel alive again. I often reminisce about how we met and how much of an asshole I was. She stood up to me like nobody ever has before, so naturally my first instinct was to threaten her, to eliminate the danger, to show that I'm above her, even though I'm the opposite.

"You should get used to it, Princess. This is your life now." "I don't want this life," I snapped, finally turning to look at him. "I want something quiet. Free. I don't know how my mother does it—living in a war zone every day. It's dangerous. And I've never liked danger." "You say danger like it's a bad thing," he said, merging onto the highway with a smooth, aggressive tilt of the steering wheel. "I think you like it,” he smirked. “I think you crave the edge and you’re just too chicken to admit you’re in denial."

I’m done being the girl who sits in the corner, nodding while the world spins without her. Maybe this wild spark inside me is coming from Damian — maybe it’s his chaos bleeding into me. But I don’t care. I love it. I love the fire, the boldness, the freedom that comes with not caring who’s watching. For once, I’m not living to please anyone. I’m living to feel. I don’t care what happens to us. I don’t care if I lose it all, or even if I burn out trying. The point is, I’m finally alive. And I’ll take that over safety any day.

This might just be the coolest internet security job I’ve ever had. Five times the money… Danger… A Hannibal Lecter type in the mix… And quite possibly more of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. Idiot, idiot, IDIOT. When you lead a quiet, boring life, danger seems exotic and exciting and fun. Then, when you actually experience the danger, you realize you were absolutely insane to want it, and that you’d do just about anything to go back to your nice, quiet, boring life. Do just about anything.

“Well, it didn’t seem to register. I can see you getting all dreamy-eyed just talking about him. Taking risks is all fun and games, Zo, until you end up seriously hurt.” From her position in the corner of the sofa, Anja scoffed. “Jesus, Sienna, loosen up. The whole point of a risk is the adrenaline that comes from the potential of getting hurt. Why else would anyone go bungee jumping or sky diving or swim with damn sharks? You can’t spend your entire life surrounded by safety nets. What a boring existence.” “Better a boring existence than none at all.” “You might as well have none at all if that’s your outlook.” Raising her hands in exasperation, she widened her eyes as she swiveled to face