Risk It Novels & Stories

“That’s not what you said last night.” “Jackass,” I said and swatted his chest. “Things are pretty tense in there.” “Yeah. Phin doesn’t want the additional risks or diluting our resources. Sid is convinced the combination will make us a sitting target.” “They’re both kinda right.” “They are, but the risks are too great not to do this.” “We don’t even know what the risks truly are,” I reminded him. “If there’s even a hint of a risk that I could lose you, I don’t care how small, or imagined… I will move the heavens to eliminate that risk.”

"Is it dangerous?" "Everything I do is risky and dangerous. You know that." "That is not what I asked. I asked if this specific thing you are about to do is risky." Anna was quiet for a moment. "It has risks. But manageable ones." "Manageable how? Do you have backup? People watching your back? Or are you walking into this alone?" "I have resources. I am not going in blind." "That is still not answering my question." Bianca moved closer to Anna. "Please just tell me. Is this dangerous? More dangerous than usual?"

“Public transportations have always been free, fair, and hasn’t been risky for me.“ I looked at Tony as we exchanged glasses before looking at Julian, and I leaned forward. “Julian, the thing is, I’m a well-known billionaire. And anybody could rob me or kidnap me or kill me on the spot for political reasons or business reasons. Or maybe they just have a personal vendetta against billionaires because they don’t have the money and I do. And it’s looking like I was the one who put them in that dangerous situation. So now they’re coming to pay back. So, it’s risky.” Julian quickly understood. “I’m sorry, I had no idea that it was going to be this dangerous.”

My stomach fluttered with a mix of fear and adrenaline. Marco nodded, his expression now serious. “It’s advanced. This demonstration is by a certified fire top. Don’t try this at home.” His tone left no room for humor or misinterpretation. “In BDSM, there’s a motto called RACK: risk-aware consensual kink. It acknowledges that some practices aren’t entirely risk-free. Instead of pretending everything is safe, you discuss and mitigate risks. Fire play falls under that. They’ll have wet towels, fire extinguishers and a plan.”

I said, “structure first, trust later, if ever.” Rider rubbed his hand once over the table like he was grounding himself before he responded, and then he said, “You are taking a risk with someone you do not fully know.” I answered him honestly, “I am taking a risk either way, I just think this one is the one where we can actually see it.” There was a pause after that and I could feel all of them weighing it in different ways, Rider in control terms, Declan in safety terms, Raven in history terms.

"Before the noise is mostly gone." "I know," I said. "But months is different from indefinite." I looked at the glittery star sticker. "I can manage months. I couldn't manage indefinite." He nodded. He looked at the table. He looked at me. "The risk conversation this morning," he said. "What I said about it not feeling like a risk." "Yes," I said. "I meant it," he said. "But I want to add something." "Tell me," I said.

“The number of years I get to spend with each woman decreases. What if she only follows suit? I don't want to risk another life for my selfish cause.” “Violetta,” I pulled back a little. It was quite a weird answer to everything I just said. “Can't you see she's been here? Hovering? Wanting you to want her back?” “No.” I tried to shut it down before he could say anything else, but Ragner pushed forward regardless. “Yes! She knows…” “I can't risk her like that. Violetta has had her own handful of events for one life. I wouldn't…” “But she wants to. She knows the risks and she is still running to the situation. Besides, she has handled all of this crisis better than any woman you've been with.

Kael narrowed his eyes. “Translate that.” Rhydian looked at him directly. “It means,” he said quietly, “you were classified as a trigger point.” Silence. Even the archive below seemed to pause. Kael’s grip tightened on his blade. “I was a what?” Rhydian swallowed once. “A restart risk.” The entity nodded. “Yes,” it said. “That is accurate.” Kael’s voice dropped. “So I’m what—dangerous?” Rhydian shook his head.

“And that’s bad?” “Yes,” I snap. “Because now it’s bigger. Stronger. More connected. If it collapses, it’ll take more with it this time.” That shuts him up. Because he gets it. Because there’s no easy option here. Keep it— And risk it spreading. Destroy it— And guarantee something worse. The figures shift slightly. Not closer. But more alert. “You destabilize termination,” the leading one says. “That’s the point,” I shoot back. “Destabilization introduces risk.”

From up here, it almost looks honest. Riley leans on the railing. “Okay, scale of one to ten. How much do you want to ride the Silicon King like a stolen motorcycle?” “Riley,” Ava groans, pressing her fingers to her temples. “I’m just trying to gauge risk,” Riley says. “If it’s a three, I distract you with memes and men who won’t get us shot. If it’s a ten…” She shrugs. “I make sure you hydrate and don’t die.”