Risk It Novels & Stories

A disdainful voice interrupted everyone's thoughts. They all turned to look in the direction of the voice. Richeal Yill said with disdain, "since it's innovations, there is risk. If the result is not ideal, who will take the risk?" "Is there no risk without innovations?" Kacy raised her eyebrows and asked in reply. "Yes, since it is an investment, there will always be risks." Someone whispered in agreement. After all, no matter what kind of project it was, no one dared to say that it was one hundred percent successful before it started.

I mumbled against his chest, inhaling his strong cologne mixed with his musky scent which made me lick my lips involuntarily. Fuck, did he always smell this good? “Never. I’m not brave like you to take a chance even if it means to get hurt. I’m a coward, Hazel.” “What do you mean?” “The girl I like, I could have told her that I liked her but I was afraid that she wouldn’t feel the same way and now it’s just too late.”

“I mean, I get your point, Roman, but this is just bad. This bitch is going to kill us if she gets on the loose. Didn’t you see what she just did?” “I know it doesn’t sound all that safe, but please just trust me,” Roman says, getting into the front and revving the engine. However, instead of driving the vehicle, he shoots one more cautious look at the other van behind us, where Riva will stay for the rest of the ride home. “You know what they say: high risk, high payoff.” I know I just said that literally earlier, but for some reason I can’t stand hearing it from Roman. It feels like an insult somehow. It feels like he knew right off the bat what the odds are, but he went ahead and pushed t

"Maybe Ivan's just looking for a win. Maybe he wants this to work so badly that he's ignoring the obvious danger." "And what about you? Why are you now ignoring the obvious opportunity?" I asked. He turned to look at me then, and for the first time, I saw something beneath the anger- something raw, vulnerable, something uncertain. He hesitated before speaking. "Because this time, it's not just a risk. It's a gamble. And we're betting everything on someone who might not even be willing to play." "And what if he is?" I held his gaze. Viktor let out a bitter laugh. "And what if he isn't?"

SIERRA I lay on my bed buried in the books I had borrowed from the library the other day. Every book I read kept emphasizing the danger involved in the ritual process but I was done being afraid. Everything on earth involves taking risks. I signed, "Life itself is risky? isn't it?" I muttered, closing the book. From the information I'd gathered, the ritual has killed more than it has saved but I was willing to risk it, I had almost died once, and I was willing to do it again.

"You'd move across the country for an adventure?" "I don't have anything else," I say, thinking back to my life. "I haven't had anything, if I'm honest with myself. What's the point of drifting along, barely making ends meet? I can do that forever. Stay comfortable and safe. Or I can take a risk with you." "I'm a risk now?" he murmurs. I can hear the smile on his lips. "What do you want, Rita? I mean, with your life. With everything."

"You're not done with big risks for massive rewards are you?" "I'm not sure anymore." I shrugged and walked toward Mandy, lost in my thoughts. Risk seemed like a fun word when I was younger, but after longing for a life I'd almost given up on years ago... it seemed more prudent to be cautious - safe. Matthew Bryant was anything but safe.

The AI’s voice—Julian’s voice—responded to a question about risk management. “Risk is not about loss—it’s about the leverage of uncertainty.” Mirra frowned. “That’s not quite right,” she muttered. Crane stood behind her. “Close enough,” he said. “No,” she replied. “Julian wouldn’t say that.” “You sure?” She nodded. “He doesn’t speak in abstractions when it matters. Not with her.” Crane turned toward the screen. “Then we teach it.” He walked away. And Mirra was left with a creeping unease she couldn’t explain.

For a long minute we just breathed—sweaty, wrecked, and tangled together on the living room floor. Then he kissed the corner of my mouth, soft. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured. “Me?” I laughed weakly. “You’re the one who keeps finding new ways to ruin me.” He lifted his head, eyes serious for once. “I’m not done ruining you.” My pulse jumped. “But I’m also not going anywhere after,” he added quietly. “This,” He flicked his finger between us, “is not just fucking. Not for me.” The words landed heavy in the quiet room.

At this moment, regret seeped through my veins, making me wish I didn't get intimate with him. I knew what was at stake, yet I lost control. I shouldn't– “This request may be the strangest you've ever heard from someone who has minutes to live. But can we have sex one more time?” Rocco's question snapped me out of my thoughts. The gun in my hand now felt heavy, my clit shamelessly throbbing to the idea. I hated how much I wanted him inside me again. But I couldn't afford mistakes. Tonight was my only chance. If I didn't return to Don Niko with Rocco's head, he'd take mine in replacement.