Novel Dangerous Love Novels & Stories

This was better than she had imagined when they had been flirting and sexting late at night over the past few months while she had been playing with herself and following his instructions. With each thrust, he moved faster and deeper until she was trembling from pleasure. Their bodies were warm and sweaty, crashing against each other as they made love for the first time. The storm raged around them, the rain pelting loudly against the windows and roof, the thunder roaring through the clouds, and lighting illuminating the room every few minutes as they gave in to their desire. Juliet’s ankles pressed against the back of Matthew’s thighs, her breasts bouncing as he fucked her. Her nipples brus

He still doesn't know what happened with his first love and where she was. Unintentionally his hand moved to the gun mark close to his heart, caused by his first love....If it wasn't her then no one would have dared to invade this closely. He softly stroked the mark an inch below his chest, when his limbs started to go numb. He didn't dare to think further and close the room of his enigmas. He can't lose Maze in the same way. Now all he needs is the name.. Just the name of the predator and Imogen would give him the worst death that he has ever seen.

“I am not telling Alexander anything, if that is what you are worried about. I don’t tell him about most things you do, he appointed me to be your shadow. Most times I come into town without anyone knowing, I see you and your boyfriend by the docks. I am happy for you really” The last words made Mae to scrunch her face in disbelief. “Happy for me?” She asked with every distrust in her seeping into her voice. Damian smiled and nodded. “How are you happy for me?” Mae asked him, looking at him suspiciously. Damian smiled. “I lost my sister to mafia men”, he started with a sigh. Mae looked at him with her mouth opened in an “oh” expression. “Yeah, she was just like you. Young and happy, filled w

ANASTASIA'S POV Hi, my name is Anastasia Black, let me tell you a little about myself. My parents died during a war between them and another mafia but, I don't remember anything since I was very young when it happened. 34 I grew up on the streets without any food or shelter. Until one day this 16-year-old boy came and started teaching me street fighting. After a while we got pretty close, I had soon fallen in love with him. He taught me how to fight, so I could protect myself, we both got matching tattoos as a sign of our friendship but, suddenly the next day he disappeared. 23

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]

Afternoons bring public appearances, smiling, shaking hands, charming crowds who are gradually warming to the idea of a flower-shop girl standing beside their future king. Nights are pure fire and sanctuary. Some evenings he brings out a vibrator, pressing it deep inside me while his tongue works my clit with relentless focus until I’m shaking and incoherent, begging him not to stop. Other nights we role-play as ordinary commoners, fucking raw and laughing on the thick rug in front of the fireplace like our very first frantic nights together, no titles, no protocol, just us. Every encounter feels unique. Every time reminds me that his body, his touch, his love is my safe place amid the chaos

"the disappearances, the deaths… he's involved. I have a feeling." Dante said he loved me. My heart threatened to leap out of my chest. That stupid pressure in my chest and throat made its presence known. I wanted to say his words didn’t give me false hope, but that would be a lie. Bright was right. Being near Dante wasn’t good, and once again, I had confirmed it. But it was hard for me to be near him. I froze. "That’s a lie." "It’s not." Dante took a dangerous step forward. He unfolded my arms to take my hands. I stopped breathing. "I love you."

But the reality remains, unyielding and undeniable—I have fallen in love with the man who holds me captive. I am overwhelmed by a mixture of euphoria and fear. How could this be? How could my heart betray me by developing feelings for someone who embodies danger and darkness? Yet, in Nikolai’s embrace, I find solace, intense passion, and a connection that defies the confines of our circumstance.

Julian’s pulse pounds hard enough to make his throat ache. Adrian is learning. That is the cruelest part. He is learning just enough to become dangerous in a new way. Julian steps forward. Adrian does not move. Julian reaches for him, slowly, with the full knowledge that this time there is no terrace, no sudden applause, no emotional speech still burning in the air. This is not an accident born from the violence of a moment. It is a choice made in daylight through glass. His fingers close around the front of Adrian’s shirt.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.