Quotes About Taking Risks

A nymphomaniac temptation. Two brothers obsessively mad with desire. A Parisian rake guilty of wanting to own her. And a mob lord lurking in the shadows, willing to risk everything—for her. Delilah Amor. A siren seductress with innocent looks and a sensual hunger fed by sin. Her sexual allure made these men crave her to the point of ruining themselves for her. From affairs with her married boss over his office desk— to his brother watching and taking his turn after—to elite sexual parties, and letting a ruthless mob king tie her to his bed to awaken pleasures she never knew existed. Delilah was the perfect filthy plaything. But she wasn’t the submissive lamb they believed her to be, because her real target is the wife of the man she had wrapped around her thighs—and Delilah intends to watch her crumble. Family ties begin to shatter as the truth about her identity rises to the surface. And everything takes a deadly turn when they realize they’re merely pawns in the game of someone far more sinister—someone willing to see Delilah destroyed at any cost. When blood is spilled, trust is broken, loyalties are shaken, and obsession turns lethal… Who will tame Delilah?

After taking her stepsister’s place, Yvonne Miller is married into a wealthy family. To take back her family business, she plots each step she takes carefully. Everyone knows Stephen Anderson is a cruel and ruthless person. Yet, his ugly and uncultured wife has him wrapped around her little finger. Stephen doesn’t mind that his wife’s an ugly duckling. On the contrary, he dotes on her excessively. When he hears gossip about his wife being ugly, with cosmetic surgeons offering her discounts, he whirls into a rage. “These blind dogs! My wife’s the most beautiful woman alive!” he insists.With that, a rumor spreads in Northerna City that Yvonne is Stephen’s retribution for his past misdeeds… Until one day, Yvonne returns from abroad drop-dead gorgeous, sending shockwaves all across the city. However, she doesn’t show up in Stephen’s life again. “What do you take me for, coming and going as you please?” he demands. Stepping aside to present the young kid behind her, Yvonne says in chagrin, “My child’s father?”

Brody Lewis, my fiance, said that I had a rare form of transient global amnesia, which was a sudden, temporary memory loss. Every seven days, I would open my eyes and become the twenty-five-year-old Riley Taylor again. My memories were forever stuck in the past. In my pen drive were videos of Brody taking me on trips, bringing me for treatment, and proposing to me. Everything seemed great between us, but I remembered none of it. “Riley’s still around. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” “Don’t worry. It’s Monday tomorrow. After she wakes up, she’ll remember none of it,” Brody said, and my heart sank. “Isn’t this more exciting?” Brody embraced my best friend, and they made out brazenly in front of me. They were not shy about it at all. I wondered just how many times this had happened over the past two years. I ran as tears blurred my vision. When I arrived at a tattoo shop, I grabbed the tattoo artist like a drowning man holding on to a log. Then, I asked the tattoo artist to tattoo these words on my arm in my handwriting. [Leave him.]

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mature content ahead. Katalina This wasn't the plan. Getting married was the least of my priorities but here I am, dressed in white and taking marriage vows. What's even shocking is the man I am marrying; My mother's fiance, a man old enough to be my father. Huracio Katalina is the object of my fantasies. Something about her innocence stirs the darkest of desires inside me. She is like a pure rose and I am the devil. A devil covered with blood to the last tip of my fingers but that doesn't stop me from lusting after her.There's nothing I want but to taint her till she is corrupted by my essence. I know I shouldn't want her. I shouldn't crave her since she is my fiance's daughter. When her mother runs away from our wedding, I see an opportunity. An opportunity to live my fantasies and as the devil I am, I take it. Now, she is MINE! *** When Katalina finally finds out that Huracio is the Don of a Mafia gang, the same gang responsible for the death of her father, what will happen?

After 6 years of relentless demon attacks on the werewolf packs of the United States, The Werewolf monarchs decide to turn to the witches for help defeating them. The witches agree to help, but only if Bryan, the Alpha Prince, seals their alliance by taking the witch Queen as his mate. The Witch Queen is the only supernatural entity powerful enough to defeat the demons, so Bryan agrees to the terms. Josie, is a recently widowed archeological occult specialist that has dedicated her entire adult life to studying the supernatural. With only a year left in her second graduate program, she already has two masters degrees, and two best-selling books on the truth about the supernaturals that live among humans under her belt when she is called to New Orleans, the witch capital of the country, to consult on an artifact. Only she wakes the next morning with restored memories that she hadn't even known were stolen from her. Now she must make a choice whether to bind herself to the Werewolf Prince to restore her power, take back her throne and save the Werewolves, or continue her life as a the successful archeological occult specialist author that she has dedicated the past 10 years of her life to being.

“My dear sister, you better drink it if you want this position? You have already agreed with father’s order to marry a man you don’t know and who isn’t your fated mate. All for gaining the Alpha title. Now see who is the greedy one.” He slowly looks me up and down. A look of disgust fills his gaze. “You are even using your body to please Drake, and in turn, you are using him to secure your title.” Trinity is about to be named the first female Alpha in her pack's history and take her rightful place leading her people. Before she takes her title, her father suggests he could arrange a marriage for her to strength her position and curb the recent turmoil. Taking her father's advice, she agrees and is thrilled for what is next to come with her and her pack. Unfortunately, things don't go the way she had hoped and dreamed. Her life soon crumbles around her and her future hangs in the balance. Luckily, help comes in the most unexpectant place. But does it also come with something more than she bargained for?

A prophecy caused a great chaos in the Vamp-Wolfish Clan making the king of the clan to get distressed and disturbed. An incarnated Lycan will be born and dwell in the human world who will destroy the Vamp wolfish Clan. The innocent young CEO kept having nightmares of weird ancient things which made him lose himself in anger and confusion seeking answers to what they meant. His parents couldn't give him a clue cause they didn't want to spill the dark truth yet. It was going to destroy him especially if he knew about the Vamp Wolfish Clan. It would make the king go on a rampage and kill him. Hiding the truth from the man didn't stop him for digging for answers to his nightmares,he found out the most dreadest and sacred truth of himself and his dark past. This should be kept from everypne he knew especially for the crazy mysterious girl he fell hard for. He was madly in love with her but his most hated enemy took her away from him. His enemy was going to use the girl they both love to destroy him and prevent the Lycans from taking over the kingdom again. His dark past was either going to kill him or make him survive.

Warning: This is an erotic novel that contains a possessive alpha male who can't keep his hands off his woman. "Trying to escape?" a voice boomed from the hall, causing me to freeze at the familiar voice. I spun around to see Giovanni's gaze fixed on me as he leaned out of the wall, a huge cigarette in his mouth. My heart raced, but I maintained a stoic expression, "I was going to the restroom." Giovanni raised an eyebrow, not believing me. "The restroom is on the left, while you're taking the right leading to a back exit," his tone laced with suspicion. I faked a shocked expression. "I didn't know," I lied. Giovanni neared me, slowly backing me against the door. "You see, I haven't marked you, and I would be terrified if you got lost," he said, his voice filled with an unsettling threat and amusement. He began peeling off the tiny straps of my dress from my shoulders, his eyes growing darker. "Do you have another pair of underwear?" I trembled, "Yes, Why?" "Because, my darling, I'm about to rip this one," he replied, his eyes glinting darkly.

Today happens to be Yvonne Ziegler's birthday. Yvonne is Shawn Jacobson's, my husband's, newly hired personal assistant. Shawn spares no expense in buying her a villa as a birthday present, and Yvonne haughtily takes to social media to show off on the day she moves in. "I'd like everyone to know that I'm married to a wealthy man now." Shawn comments on the post, saying, "Happy birthday, my beloved Yvonne!" In the picture, Shawn's hand rests intimately on Yvonne's slender waist, leaving no doubt about their intimate relationship. In that instant, the company's group chat erupts into a frenzy of notifications, as colleagues declare their envy of Yvonne and heap praise upon her for being young and accomplished. Oscar Jagger, my childhood friend, notices the picture and immediately tags me in the group chat. He then sends me a pointed, teasing message, saying, "Shawn's display of love is so glaring! Congrats on being cheated on, Leslie!" I manage a bitter, wry smile, taking my time to type out the response. "Do you need a villa as well, Oscar? I'm happy to give you a place—a much nicer one than Shawn's, of course."