Novel Dangerous Love Novels & Stories

"Not because you weren't worth it—because you were. But because I knew what it would mean for you. Being with me, loving me… it’s dangerous, Brenda." I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t finished. "I thought pushing you away would keep you safe," he admitted. "That if I made you hate me, you wouldn’t have to suffer because of who I am, what I do." His hands curled into fists at his sides. "But I was wrong. All I did was hurt you. And in the end, I couldn’t stop loving you anyway." I inhaled sharply, my heart pounding against my ribs now. Lucian Kingsley, the cold, ruthless billionaire, was standing in front of me, confessing his love like a desperate man.

Deep. Then he let me go. “Because love without warning… can turn into a trap.” My heart sank. But that night, I didn’t ask any more questions. Maybe because I wasn’t ready to hear the answers. Maybe because I was too afraid to shatter the magic we’d just created. I simply walked to my room, closed the door softly, and stood behind it long enough to realize… I had fallen too hard to walk away unscathed. And this love—born on a hill in the Italian countryside, under starlit skies and an old stone balcony—might just be the most beautiful, and the most dangerous, chapter of my life.

The betrayals from people we both trusted the most and the revenge we worked out together was probably one of the many things that put a smile on my face. Derrick johnson had prooven to be way more mysterious and difficult to deal with at a certain time in our journey. There's times I'd given up, when i couldn't handle his mistrust and lack of faith in me, but all in all, love stood above all ministrations. Our story was perfect. We are perfect. The beginning of this story was something i never really saw coming. As flippant as i had been... my insticts pushed past my comfort zone and convinced me to answer a question i didn't quite analyse perfectly.

In an instant, the light shriek and strkle all back and forth to a collapse fragment! A/N: Book 1 of Dangerous Affection is finish! Thanks to the God; to my subscribers; and to all my followers. Especially those who adds the story to their library. My warmest thanks!

"Maybe we know you very well." I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to see my best friend heartbroken by my brother." She said. I bit my lower lip without saying anything. "She loves you. Yes, she denies it, but I know her she is in love with you. But you..." She shook her head, sighing. "I know you, Daniel. You don't love her. You just use her like other girls. But she is different. You probably know it, too; we have grown up together. She is delicate and sensitive. Don't break her heart, please." She gave me a begging look.

I met him with the same intensity; clutching him close, digging my nails into his back, biting his lips until we both tasted blood between our kisses. Tears welled up again as he filled every empty space inside me, but it wasn’t from pain, but from desperation, fear, and a passion too tangled to ever unravel. “I won't let you go,” he said, his voice breaking. It wasn’t just a threat. He truly couldn't let me go, just like I couldn't let him go. I reached for his face, my thumb brushing over the scar on his temple, and I knew the answer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The man couldn’t take it so he cussed me then left saying that I am crazy and I will get myself killed someday. I ignored him because I focused on what I was doing as my gun moved to rub Misha’s clit making her whimper softly. It was stupid, it was dangerous, but it was so fucking good that I felt like exploding in my pants especially when she threw her head back showing me her neck and I just bit it hard, almost breaking the skin. “Do you know who was that, schiava” I whispered in her ear, and she nodded her head, panting. Sweat began to gather on her neck and I licked my lips to prevent myself from licking it.

And I wished it was too. I couldn't get enough of him, his touch, his cock. Those dark eyes of his, and those dangerous lips. That night I gave him all of me and I didn't mind. Not one bit. I was his. All his. I didn't think this marriage would work out, but I had fallen for him. His cocky arrogance, his cold hearted nature, I loved it all. I suppressed a low growl when I kicked in the front door. The door to my own house. As I stepped in, my eyes scanned the open plan living room. I could see that there were shards of broken glass and furniture scattered everywhere.

“And the girl?” Damian’s fingers tighten once in his pockets, then loosen. “I invited her to coffee,” he says. Nolan blinks. “That’s… one way to interrogate a ghost.” Damian finally lets the faintest hint of a smile surface. “This woman doesn’t exist,” Nolan had said. Good. “That makes her dangerous,” Damian says. “And very, very interesting.” He turns away from the screen, already planning the next move. He doesn’t believe in clean victories. Only leverage. And whoever she really is, he fully intends to find out.

Not the soft kind. Not the safe kind. But the kind that burns. The kind that consumes. The kind that makes you question whether love is salvation… or the most dangerous weapon of all. Because in this story, love does not come gently. It comes with obsession. With betrayal. With power. And sometimes— with death. —- A SHORT PROLOGUE: A flexible Insight Into The Story’s Background. At seven years old, Liliana Veyne already knew something was wrong about her. She had spent all her years locked inside the grand Veyne estate in Eldoria.