Pretty Reckless Book Novels & Stories

“Honey, why don’t you pour the wine while I go grab the cards.” Jill had an apprehensive expression as she poured everyone a glass of wine. She was feeling a little light headed herself from the alcohol, even though she’d been careful to limit her consumption and had drunk far less than the other three. Once Larry had returned with the cards and they’d all taken their seats Max explained the rules of his special card game. “It’s called Risqué,” he began. “We each take a turn at drawing a card. If you get an ace you’re off the hook and skip your turn. If you draw a 2,3 or 4 then you have to take a drink. If you draw a 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10 then you lose an item of clothing, kind of like strip p

Her throat went dry and her mouth hung open in shock. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” Red gasped, instantly retreating, but her hand hit the doorframe and sent the tray clattering to the ground, spilling the hot black coffee all over the white marble floors and the cup shattering into a million pieces. The woman yelped, the man cursed. “Jesus, Red! What the hell are you doing?” Mr. Alton’s voice, rough and irritated, snapped her out of the horror that glued her feet to the floor.

He tried to motivate me. I did all kinds of reckless things that look great in front of driving like this. I pulled away from traffic lights with a roar, leaving the other drivers staring bitterly after me. I was only thinking if I would fail to convince Scarlett, I would bring out my secret weapon, announcing with portentous deliberation. Scarlett Miller's POV It was the time when my phone was ringing, and I knew this desperate caller, it was really fun. I was about to move to college, I heard the door of my room being closed with a thud. I just turned around to find the most dangerous sight.

His hands came up slowly almost touching, my heart was beating wildly in my chest praying someone would come out of nowhere. I wanted to scream but there were people sitting on the sofa's, enjoying their books and would probably give me side eyes for nothing. He picked out a book from the shelf, his body still leaning close to mine. ''Found it.'' A sinister smile played across his lips. I could not see the title but the little image I saw was truly horrific. A lady being tied and a human heart was forcefully being pushed into her mouth. ''Amelia.'' Iris walked over to us and I noticed he had walked back to the counter.

than him. He hadn’t meant it lightly, I could tell and I hadn’t answered lightly either. Safer. Yes, books were safer. Stories never hurt you. They ended where they were supposed to. Characters didn’t betray you with broken promises or cold silences. Pages didn’t leave scars but Alex? He was the opposite of safe. He was chaos wrapped in control, temptation disguised as sharp suits and colder words. And yet… I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, the shadows from the streetlights painting faint stripes across it.

“How dare you humiliate me in my own pack!” The remnants of the confrontation played over and over in my mind, each repetition stoking the fires of my rage. Alpha Magnus had dared to challenge my authority, to question my decisions, and worst of all, had taken Celine from me right under my nose. The sheer audacity of it made my blood boil. Lucas, my Beta, stood at the edge of the room, his posture tense and his eyes wary. “Alpha, we must calm down and think strategically. Attacking Magnus outright would be a mistake. We need to regroup and plan our next move carefully.”

JESSIE POV And that’s how the rest of the term went. Not just Kira. The whole fucking cheer squad. It started small. Kira couldn’t keep her mouth shut about how good it felt, how she’d never come so hard in her life. She whispered it to the others during practice, late-night sleepovers, group chats. They laughed at first, calling her crazy. Then they got curious. And also the book helped too, since I added that I wanted them to, wanted them addicted, craving, unable to resist. One line in the black leather pages, written late at night while my new cock throbbed under the covers:

"I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me." He looked at my dress, then at the cars speeding toward us. He let out a low whistle. "A runaway bride. That’s a new one." "Take me with you. Please. I’ll do whatever you want." The guy, his name tag said AXEL, looked me up and down. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. "Whatever I want? That’s a big promise, " "Just drive!" He didn't ask twice. He kicked the bike into gear. "Hold on tight."

She laughed easily, refilling wine glasses, completely unaware of the storm brewing beneath the table. It started innocently enough. Rachel’s bare foot had brushed Alex’s leg under the table. Then, boldly, her toes slid higher, pressing firmly against the growing bulge in his slacks. Alex nearly choked on his wine. He shot her a warning glance, but Rachel only smirked, her eyes sparkling with wicked intent as she continued chatting with Sophia about work.

Zelda snapped Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone on the nightstand, the screen still littered with ignored messages from her soon-to-be-ex. But now, they didn't sting they fueled her. Zelda snapped a quick selfie hair tousled, lips swollen and bitten-red, a hickey blooming purple on her neck, sheets barely covering her breasts. She typed into the bar's group chat she'd stumbled into last night, the one full of locals sharing hookups and secrets: *Divine intervention at The Dive. Stranger fucked the heartbreak right out of me. Who's next? Drop your fantasies below.* The replies flooded in almost instantly thirsty emojis, confessions of bar conquests, women sharing their own rev