Pretty Reckless Novels & Stories

I believe it's about their work because I didn't understand anything. Territory? Shipment? Security? What do these people actually do? Why are they always so busy? Maybe they're from a mob. Like loan sharks I think. Yes, they're loan sharks. So when you borrow money and you don't pay back then they kill you, maybe that's why they killed Terry. I finished my food but I couldn't leave the table because Mr grumpy was still sitting and I didn't want to do anything that would force me to look at him.

I pressed my lips tightly together before I quietly replied, "I never wanted your money.” Edward's sharp gaze locked onto me, and his lips curled into a twisted smirk. "Amelie, oh, Amelie… You've always been the type to do whatever it takes to get what you want. "Those petty tricks you use are just to keep yourself tethered to my family and continue riding our coattails. After all, your family is sinking. "Am I wrong? A woman like you, who's quick to jump ship the moment I face hard times, would never let herself endure a tough life."

All storm and possession, no gentleness. And for one reckless heartbeat, Aria forgot everything…her parents, the lies, the cage. All she wanted was him.

“I’m fine, see? Nothing to worry about. You can relax now, Dream. You were worried over nothing.” I took a step closer, the anger that had been simmering all morning rising like lava. “Worried over nothing?” I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was? How irresponsible? And do you even care how that could’ve affected me?”

Reckless Tattoo. I was so excited I was bouncing in my seat waiting for Viper to come around and open my door. I wanted to just jump out but Viper wasn’t having it. Viper opened my door laughing at me. “ Is that nerves or excitement?” he asked. “ A little nervousness, huge excitement.” I said giggling as he picked me up and set me on the ground. We walk in hand and hand to the reception desk. The girl looks up and smiles at me. “ Hey Pixie. Finally going to lose your ink virginity?” she asks. I laugh. “ Hi, Camile. Yes, I am.” I said. She nods. “ So who do you have an appointment with?” she asks.

"Recklessness is never a part of the training because it might end up killing every single member of our squad. And this squad is a family and not just any other group, and you know that." Elliot knows how stupid and rash this decision is, but he has already made up his mind, and not even his father can make him back out of this one. And seeing how this would never come to a mutual end, all Kyle could do was slump even further into his seat. This was something he expected to happen even before they arrived. He even tried to talk his friend and boss out of doing such a ridiculous and crazy thing. But Elliot, who has always been the impetuous and headstrong individual that he is, goes ahead wi

"Do not ever test my patience by asking for a second chance when you put my son in danger." Maren felt a profound chill race down her spine as she witnessed the true depth of his ruthless authority. He was destroying a man's livelihood over a chaotic situation she had caused by insisting on leaving the penthouse against their advice. She could not stand by and watch another innocent person suffer under the crushing weight of his dictatorial rules.

"Of course. What, you think I just throw things together and hope they work?" "Honestly?" She lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah." Jake laughed. "Wow. No faith in me at all." She shrugged. "I’ve seen how you operate. Reckless doesn’t exactly scream ‘careful planning.’" Jake grinned. "Reckless gets things done." "Reckless gets people killed," she corrected, crossing her arms. His smirk faltered. "Only if you don’t know what you’re doing." Lila studied him for a moment. There was something behind those words—something sharp, edged with experience. He wasn’t just saying it. He believed it.

He let out a breath that was half-laugh, half-resigned surrender. "You’re insane," he muttered. My lips twitched. "You’ve mentioned that. Multiple times." He shook his head, a reluctant grin cracking through the worry lines around his eyes. "You’re also a reckless, suicidal little hamster." I huffed a quiet laugh, the sound almost lost under the swelling strings from the dance floor. "Excuse you?" "All nervous energy and terrible ideas," he went on, leaning in until our foreheads nearly brushed, his voice dropping to something low and intimate that made my pulse stutter. "You just charge straight into danger and pray it works out."

he says suddenly making me laugh but then wondering if he is serious. “ Are you crazy ?” I ask him. “ Yes, I am crazy for you.” he replies adamantly. “ But what do you think you can tell mom at this hour of the night. ” I go on to ask him. “ We can see about that when I get .” he replies confidently. “ Just don't try doing that at such an hour of the night. ” I reply. “ Don't worry sweety, I am just joking though I would be happy if things happened like that.” I reply.