Pretty Reckless Mga Nobela at Kwento

Heavy and sharp. "I don't think so." My voice came out weak. Uncertain. "What makes you think so?" Cornelius flew upward. He circled once before landing on a higher shelf. "Most demons of that caliber aren't always the social well-adjusted flowers we want them to be." There was something almost amused in his tone. "Much like the brats of this school. Power makes you reckless. Careless with consequences. The 'powers that be' of the infernal realm carry that sentiment."

Maybe I was the most undesirable woman on Earth. “Yes, I will, Anacá,” he said instead, holding out his finger to me. Shocked was an understatement compared to what I felt. Yet I pushed the ring in and it fitted perfectly, as if it was made for him. ------------------------------ This is the third book of the Reckless Hearts Series. The first two: Spark Of Love - Return With His Secret Child A Bittersweet Revenge - Fighting The Reckless Billionaire All books can be read as standalones.

He tracks every step I take, lazy and precise, his jaw tightening whenever I drift closer. “No,” I say evenly. Too evenly. “I don’t think the socks are a power move.” Something’s wrong with my voice. I hear it the second the words leave my mouth. Wrong, unsteady like I’ve stepped onto a ledge without realizing how high the drop is. I have no plan. No destination. Just a tight, fluttering sensation low in my belly that tells me I’m about to do something reckless. Something I won’t be able to take back. “This is.”

Not when I had to stand and watch everyone pretend like it meant nothing. "You’re going to tell me what the hell this is about?" he barked, taking another step closer. "Do you really need to ask?" I shot back, voice low, cold. His brows furrowed. “Have you lost your damn mind?” “No,” I said, a hollow laugh scraping from my throat. “But maybe you have. Because if you think I’m going to sit by and let this happen—you’ve finally gone mad.” “You’re being reckless,” he said tightly. “You’re about to throw everything we’ve worked for into flames.”

"I just opened my F******k account and saw Rhea posted a photo of her and Caesar together." "You're friends with her on F******k?" "She added me after telling me she likes Caesar. And I accepted her friend request." "And she posted a photo of her and Caesar?" As an answer, I nodded. "Is she not afraid of causing a commotion? Isn't she well-liked at your school? A picture of her with Caesar on your school's website will make headlines." "Probably." "Damn! She's bold!" She truly is. I agreed quietly.

Jack plop on my bed. "I know." I continued brushing my hair. "Where are off to?" "Isn't it obvious?" "Yeah but I'm a little worried for ya." "Why?" "You can be arrested or worst have an accident, I think is time you stop your biker games." He said. "No way in hell! That's my life! You don't know how it feels to be on a bike riding full speed! Is fucking good." "That is risky Nat! Each time you go out dressed like this I'm always worried as fuck, that something bad might happen to you." He stood up taking some steps toward me.

He says, brushing a piece of hair out of my face with his fingers. "Hey, you could've gotten yourself killed. Watch where you walking." The guy in the convertible who almost bumped me, yells out to me. "Hey buddy, this is a parking lot not a highway. You shouldn't be driving so fast, I was watching where I was going. You were speeding." I yell at him and flip him off. James walks up to him. "You lucky you didn't bump her. Because if you did, I swear to God." He says to him.

"Reckless? My whole damn love life just turned out to be a lie. You tell me what the hell reckless even means right now." With that, I walked out, the sound of my own heartbeat haunting me more than ever.

"You’re acting reckless! What if they have guns? What if they’re here to kill us, Rebecca?" Rebecca turned her head slightly, her expression calm but resolute. "Then I’d rather face them now than keep looking over my shoulder. I won’t live in fear, Imara." Imara exhaled shakily, glancing nervously out the window at the dark, quiet road surrounding them. The black sedan sat still, its engine humming like a predator waiting to pounce. "This isn’t bravery, it’s madness," she muttered. "At least let me call someone—anyone—before you do something stupid."

"C'mon Leighton! You mean to tell me you've never done anything reckless?" I swallow the drink of beer I sucked down hard. Reckless? My whole family is reckless, but me? I like to stay on the fringes, obey the law, and do my absolute best to be a good person. Growing up I was lucky if I was able to ride on a different seat on the school bus without someone telling my dad. He believed in keeping a tight leash on who many dubbed the Princess of Moonshine. I figure maybe a half-truth is better than an out-right lie. "Depends on what you mean by reckless."