Reckless The Book Novels & Stories

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.

None of them had rested. Even now, rest felt dangerous. Anything could happen. The entire realm felt as though it was standing on the edge of collapse. I grabbed the Living Book from my room and returned. Placing it on the table beside Micha, I watched as it slowly opened. Golden letters appeared. "Levi and Micha. It seems much has happened." Micha folded his arms. "Obviously. Do you have anything useful? Anything that can help us against Raphael or Roosevelt?" The book replied. "What I know is this: the chaos Raphael and Roosevelt will unleash upon each other will be devastating."

It was the average city setting where she thinks she could handle. She didn't want to move to a small city where neighbors would talk. She needed her privacy, and a medium size city seemed best. But little did she know, that exact city was where she lost it all. It happened the same day she arrived at that city, just after she had her dinner. She couldn't find her car at the parking lot, where she had locked it and leave it to unwind and let herself have a decent meal for the day. Her mind was frantic, she was cursing herself for having the wants to unwind. Seconds later she was taking a taxi to the motel, knowing she had her receipt and motel key in the car. But then she slumped when she lo

She felt my movement and removed her hand and kept it on my shoulder, "you look like Alan Jessie, am I dreaming?", she asked me back. She is still drunk and I am not capable of holding back. After all this was what I wanted. i was not able to get over with it. It still doesn't feel right. It feels like I am violating some code. I shouldn't take advantage of her when she is drunk. What the hell has happened to me? When have I started thinkinking about the welafre of others. "you asked for it", I said and removed her hand from my shoulder interlocking it with the fingers on my palm and pushing her hand on teh bed.

"We can't afford to be reckless. We need to find a safer way to ensure our pack's future." Lewis stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "With all due respect, Luna, visions can be misleading. We can't let fear hold us back." "I'm not saying we should do nothing," I replied firmly. "But we need to be smart about it. We can't let ambition blind us to the dangers." Magnus looked torn, his eyes flicking between me and Lewis. "Celine, I understand your concerns, but we need to be strong." "Being strong doesn't mean being reckless," I said, holding his gaze. "It means protecting our pack, making wise choices."

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

And then, one day, it happened. We are lying together in Brixtius's bed; a hard jolt wakes me. Hard enough to kick me out of bed, my ass landing on the tiled floor. Still dazed and confused about what's going on, I notice the walls swaying and starting to crack. But unlike the other quakes, with a soft rumble, there is an angry roar. I know what it means. "BRIXTIUS!" I bellow. "It is another bad quake, Jessa!" He is still above me. He was able to say in the bed?

“What. Are. You. Doing?” “Just texting Granddad to let him know.” She sighs. “Okay.” Not okay, because I’m pissed. Money talks, and bullshit sprints marathons, and Derrick’s family has money stacked to the damn sky. From the assault, to the threats, and the other open cases, which have stalled, and he gets out early? It’s insanity. We reach our floor. I pull her in and kiss her softly. “I’ll see you at lunch.” “Yeah… see you at lunch.”

Her throat went dry and her mouth hung open in shock. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” Red gasped, instantly retreating, but her hand hit the doorframe and sent the tray clattering to the ground, spilling the hot black coffee all over the white marble floors and the cup shattering into a million pieces. The woman yelped, the man cursed. “Jesus, Red! What the hell are you doing?” Mr. Alton’s voice, rough and irritated, snapped her out of the horror that glued her feet to the floor.

"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