Nothing Is Worth The Risk 소설 & 이야기

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.”

“The calm. I keep waiting for the cost.” “There’s always a cost,” he said quietly. “Sometimes you just pay it earlier.” I exhaled slowly. “I don’t know how to live without expecting the worst.” “You don’t have to unlearn it all at once.” I met his gaze. “Did you?” “No,” he admitted. “But I learned something else instead.” “And what’s that?” “That some things are worth the risk.” The words settled between us, heavy with unspoken meaning. I took another sip of wine. “You’re staying.”

“And this is a risk we have to take.” #

I stopped and turned around. “You’re supposed to ask us what we know and so on.” She rolled her hand to suggest the so on part. “Aren’t you curious?” “It doesn’t matter where the spike is. We aren’t going to get involved.” “But there’s no risk!” “No risk,” echoed Maurice. “There’s no such thing as no risk. There’s always a risk. If you can’t think of any, that means it’s surprise risk, the riskiest risk of all.” “Ugh, I don’t even know what that means,” said Claire, rolling her eyes. “At least hear us out. Even if you don’t like it, knowledge is power, right? We have information.”

he says, "And I don't want to." "So, don't do this!" She pleads. "The risk is too great here, T! And for what reward? None," she answers before he so much as has a chance. "It's not worth it! I'm sorry, but it's just not." "That's where you're wrong, sis," he disagrees sweetly. "It is worth it. It's totally worth it!" "It's not-" "It is!" He persists with a strong smile to match that of his tone, rising with his hopes. "It is so worth it! And I'm willing to risk everything just to see the looks on their faces."

it was about being unstoppable. “You disobeyed me today,” I said calmly. Matteo’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. “Yes.” “You didn’t ask permission.” “No.” “You decided she was worth the risk.” “I decided the risk was manageable.” I turned my gaze toward him. “There is no such thing,” I said, “as manageable risk. Only delayed consequences.” He said nothing. “You see what hesitation costs,” I continued. “Men begin to think rules bend. And once they believe that, they test how far.”

She remembered this rule vividly because it was one of the most bizarre. "I know, Praewa! But it might be the only way out!" Boom replied impatiently. "Are we going to wait for these crazy rules to take us out one by one?!" He believed in his own instincts and wasn't afraid to take a risk. "Listen! It's just like business. Every opportunity comes with a risk. But if you don't take the risk, you'll never profit! This is the same. If we don't take a risk, we'll never have a chance to survive!" Boom said, quoting his personal mantra, as if to instill confidence in himself.

Finally, he offered a soft "I guess that's a risk I'll have to take" A risk. How apt a term for what he was suggesting. Trusting someone, letting them in, was indeed a risk. One that, in my experience, rarely paid off. "I can't let you take that risk, Jacob" I said resolutely “It’s not worth it” The words 'I’m not worth it' hung in the air unsaid, but I could see from his expression that he caught the underlying message. There was no 'real me' to get to know, and the fear that he would eventually discover that was paralyzing. Rima was just an imposter, a facsimile of a woman with no backstory, no past. She was a creation of circumstance, barely a month old.

It was about risk. Real risk. “You said they escalate,” I said instead. “What does that look like?” His jaw tightened slightly. “Unpredictable.” “That’s not specific.” “It’s not supposed to be.” I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. “You’re asking me to trust you without giving me anything to hold onto.” “I’m asking you to trust that I won’t let anything happen to you.” “That’s a big promise.” “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“That’s not the point.” “Then what is?” “The point is you’re already being targeted,” he said. “And now you’re inviting someone else into the game.” I closed my eyes briefly. “Everything is a risk right now,” I said. “Standing still is worse.” “I’m not saying stand still.” “Then what are you saying?” A pause. Then, “Be careful who you let close.” My chest tightened. Because this wasn’t just about business anymore. It never was. “You don’t get to worry about me,” I said.