Pretty Reckless Book Novels & Stories

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

"You know we can't let them tell the story. The Prime Alpha and his closest brother saving his Omega who the people know to be his Chosen, rumoured to betray and fuck behind him. You don't think that'll cause an issue, do you?" My head's fuzzier, having Nikolai near. The heat coming from his body increases mine. Everything seems to be blackening. Whatever wants to be unleashed inside me, I don't think I can hold it anymore. I'm like the actual bitch. And I mean it. I'm flipping running on a slick-spillage machine, and I can't even control any bit of it anymore. My slick runs down my skin, ensuing a clench and tightening of my thighs. "Fine, let's be the bastards we've always been." Marcellan

Jayden's fingers trembled against the floor. “People gamble,” the voice continued. “Make bets. Collect owed debts. And move pieces.” The boot pressed harder, making Jayden tremble heavily under it. “And you?” The man paused, the silence too cruel. “What do you think you represent before those kinds of people?” he added. Jayden's voice failed him as he stared into the crashing waves. “I will answer that,” the man said, his lips an inch away from Jayden's ear. “You're just something convenient to place on the board.”

Her internal muscles clamped around him in shock, pulsing with the sudden intrusion. Dax started to fuck her with a raw, animalistic rhythm. He was relentless, his hips snapping forward with a power that made Courtney’s teeth rattle. Every time his pelvis hit her ass, it made a wet, slapping sound that was hidden only by the steady drone of the audiobook. The desk creaked and groaned under their weight. The wood groaned and shifted, sliding a fraction of an inch across the tile floor with every heavy lunge. Dax wasn't being nice; he was lunging into her, his hands gripping her hair to pull her head back so he could see her face.

I whispered under my breath, the words tasting strange but right. I started walking, heels clicking softly against the marble floor as my thoughts began to align. A party meant noise. Distraction. Alcohol. Familiar faces. A false sense of safety. Alexander surrounded by people who told him he was untouchable, powerful, invincible. That was when men like him made mistakes. I had been planning carefully, methodically, for two years. Every step calculated, every move restrained. But even the best plans needed moments of chaos to break them open.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

I pinched my lips and glanced at Rex, who nodded his head and smiled, showing that everything would be okay. I trusted him, but I couldn't help but be more scared for his life than for my own in this risky situation. I look for anything to take this guy out without harming Rex and me. I glanced at the side of the yacht and then focused on the gun Rex threw. If I can lead him to the edge near the gun, I can body-slam the leader against the edge and kick the gun toward Rex. It's risky but worth the shot. The image of my son flashes through my mind. I need to get home to him. I know I must be crazy to do this, but I must. "Okay, I will tell you where they are."

“You can’t be serious.” He leaned back, fingers toying lazily with the edge of his glass. “Dead serious.” “You’re delusional.” “You’re reckless.” “Excuse me?” My voice sharpened, my pulse climbing. “You don’t even know me.” “On the contrary,” he said, tone maddeningly calm, “I know you’re impulsive. The kind of person who acts before thinking, speaks before breathing, and drags chaos wherever she goes.” “Wow,” I said, leaning forward. “Did you read that off a fortune cookie, or are you just naturally arrogant?”

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

No money, no future, nothing left except the old leather-bound book she’d stolen from that weird antique store. She knelt on the dirty carpet in the middle of the living room, wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties. Candles burned in a crooked circle around her. She’d drawn the pentagram with her own blood from a cut on her palm, just like the book said. The symbols looked sloppy in the candlelight, but she didn’t care anymore. Desperation had eaten everything else. Freya read the words out loud, her voice shaking at first, then getting louder over the thunder.