Pretty Reckless Novels & Stories

“Leonardo never lets me drive it because he thinks I am reckless with fast speeding cars like this. Guess what? He can suck a dick now because this baby is mine for the night.” Wow. “Right. So like on a scale of one to ten…exactly how reckless a driver you’re?” I asked cautiously. “Just to be prepared.” Amara rolled her eyes and gave me a look. “Don’t worry, Gi,” she said. “I am not going to get you killed.” “You look weirdly optimistic and enthusiastic tonight,” I said. “Aren’t you scared?” Amara smiled as she hit the gas harder.

"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."

“Both. Today I’m leaning towards reckless.” The voice slips back in, smooth, almost indulgent. “Reckless makes you sloppy, Blackburn. Sloppy makes mistakes. And mistakes …” The pause drags, thick with relish. “… win wars.” His words coil through the line, stretched and deliberate, like barbed wire unspooling.

“I agree. And it is just stupid. Unsafe. Reckless.” “Gee, tell me how you really feel,” she said with a laugh.

“Now you’re speaking my language.” Jeremy, however, remained calm, arms crossed, eyes cold and measured. “Niko,” he said slowly, voice like ice, “This isn’t a joke. People will die. It’s reckless, uncontrolled… chaotic for chaos’s sake. That’s not the initiation. That’s murder.” I leaned back, smirking, letting my energy fill the room. “Exactly. That’s the fun part. Predictable, boring, controlled stuff is for idiots. I don’t do predictable. I don’t do boring. I do… this.”

Because it sounded… honest. In a dim office across the city, the same man from before sat watching multiple screens. Zayden Vale’s call log. Hotel system alerts. Internal access trails. He exhaled slowly. “He’s accelerating,” he muttered. A woman standing beside him asked, “Should we interfere?” The man shook his head slightly. “No.” A pause. “Let him dig.” He leaned back slightly. “Because the deeper he goes… the more unstable he becomes.” A faint smile formed. “And unstable people make mistakes.”

Merigold lets out an inhuman growl “ I want every bunny here now! No exceptions! I want every prospect that doesn’t have a death wish here now!” It takes less than a minute for everyone together. The entire club. Even Anne is here and she doesn’t have to be. Merigold has gotten her breathing under control but hasn’t lost any of her fire. “ I am the Reckless Renegades Princess and I’m claiming my throne. My word is the law now. Effective immediately there are going to be changes. If you don’t like them. You know

His heart pounded as he ran unsteady fingers through his hair. "Maybe you should slow down-" "It's not like I acted on it! I walked away! I did the right thing!" Alex slammed his glass down. "It's not my fault she looked good in those tiny shorts. It's not my fault my body reacted. I'm a man, for Christ's sake!" A few nearby patrons glanced over. The bartender leaned in, talking lowly. "Sir, I'm going to need you to keep it down." "Keep it down? Sure. That's what I've been doing for years! Keeping it down. Keeping it friendly. And this is what I get?"

“That means he’ll swing harder. Desperation makes him reckless.” Vivian raises a brow. “Reckless is dangerous. Reckless means collateral damage. Are you prepared for that?” I swallow the sharp response that rises and instead say, “Let him swing. The messier, the better.” She studies me, her expression unreadable. “You know what this looks like, right? You’re not just playing chess anymore. You’re daring him to break the board.” I smirk, but it feels thin even to me. “Then let him. He’s been playing games with people’s lives for years. Time he loses.”

But she looked exhausted and dizzy, and I wanted her to rest while the twins were sleeping. “Who wants it slow and sweet? I want you to be yourself with me in bed, Killian – reckless, untamed, and passionate. You don’t need to restrain your urges around me.” Her words surprised me. It made my co*k swell with need. “Is that so? Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you!” I grabbed the back of her head and closed the distance between us. She gasped, realizing my intentions. I took advantage of the moment and claimed her lips in a desperate kiss – the type she demanded.