Love Is A Risk Novels & Stories

It would be torture. And I have nowhere else to go. "I can't risk it," I whisper. "I can't tell him. Because if he rejects me, I lose everything. This house. This safety. Him. I lose all of it." "Or you gain everything." "Or I destroy everything we have." Hannah takes my hand. "Love is always a risk. But sometimes the risk is worth it." "Not this time. Not for me." She looks like she wants to argue more. But she doesn't. Just squeezes my hand.

"I'm not waiting for you to be fixed. I'm not tolerating you until you're easier to love. I'm choosing you, every messy, complicated, beautiful piece of you." Tears burned her eyes. "I don't know how to do this. How to be in love without being afraid." "I don't think the fear goes away entirely," Ethan said softly. "Love is always a risk. But it's supposed to be the good kind of fear—the leap-off-a-cliff, trust-you-can-fly kind. Not the walk-on-eggshells, wait-for-the-hit kind. You know the difference now. Your body knows the difference."

"What did they have?" "Something that ended before it should." He drops his hand but doesn't move away. "I spent a long time thinking love was just risk with no return. That you give someone the capacity to destroy you and call it a relationship." "It is that," I say. "And it's also this." "This." "You and me on this couch on a Wednesday because I passed my exam." He looks at me. Warm in that careful way of his. "Yes," he says. "Also this."

He sounded assured I don’t actually care if Kyle is with another girl or not, I’m not just happy with the way he chose Maria over me. Whenever I think about that I feel like a loser because this isn’t the first time it happened. I may have wealth and other things but that’s not all I want, I want more than just money. I want someone to love me and care for me. "Here is your order Miss and here is yours sir." The waiter kept it on the table "Anything else?" He asked

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Hendrix. You'll lose yourself the moment something like that happens," "Then why bother falling in love if you're going to feel pain?" "Because the risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief, but the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love." Hendrix stared at his father like he was some stupid fellow, shook his head and shrugged. Whatever nonsense pain love brought, it would have nothing to do with him because he would never find his mate and he will never fall in love.

Kari squeezed Sicily's shoulder, the look on her face loving concern. "Sure." Sicily reached up and covered her friend’s hand with her own. "I would rather love a million times and lose than never to have felt the high that love takes you on. Every minute of that bliss is worth all the pain and suffering that comes when something doesn't work out. Take a risk. I know without a doubt that you'll be pleasantly surprised." "Thanks, Kari." Sicily patted her friend’s hand and turned to rest her arms on the table.

This was my first time, and it was with him, this man I feared, this man who saw me as a means to an end, not a person to be loved. A gasp, sharper this time, tore from my throat, my eyes flew open, finding his. "No!" I placed my hands flat against his chest, halting his movement. "Stop. Please, stop." His eyes narrowed slightly, the amusement draining from them, replaced by something colder "Stop?" His voice was low, dangerous. "I... I can't," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Not like this. Not... not with you. I don't love you. And I won't... I won't give this to a man who only sees me as a tool."

I swallowed, my fingers wrapped the blanket, “What if it’s not just fear? What if I don’t trust him not to hurt me again?” Trish hesitated. “Then you ask yourself if the risk is worth it. Nothing is guaranteed, Rory. But I do know that love, real love, is always a little scary. It’s messy and sometimes painful. But it’s also beautiful. And if there’s even a small part of you that still wants that with him, maybe it’s worth fighting for.” I didn’t realize how long I had been silent until Trish nudged me with her foot. “Okay, that’s enough emotions for tonight. Let’s talk about something else before I start crying.”

“It ruins lives.” I did not say anything, but she continued. “Love is just as dangerous. It makes fighters do things. It makes leaders do things. It makes people, normal people, everyday people that we pass on the streets, it makes them do things as well.” I thought of Octava’s face again, and I felt a little pain in my head. “So you’re saying I should just walk away?”

Like he had been holding his breath until that moment. And in that kiss, I felt it how dangerous love could be when it felt that good. By the third month, we’d made a promise. No matter what life threw at us, we’d fight for each other. He gave me a ring his mother’s, silver and small. It was a secret between us, hidden beneath the sleeve of my blouse. That night, we went too far or maybe we went just far enough. I gave him everything, my virginity. Not because he asked, but because I wanted to. Because it felt right. Sacred. I remember the way his fingers trembled, how gentle he was, how he asked, “Are you sure?” more times than I could count.