Risking Book Novels & Stories

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.”

He says to him. The guy drives off, slowly this time. I once again, look and cross the road for a second time. I see James, still trailing behind me. "Are you following me?" I ask him. "Just making sure you get across the road and back safely." He says, closing the gap that was between us. "I can handle it from here. The near death experience was enough for me for today." I tell him as I head to the kiosk. "I'd rather not risk it. Besides, I'm doing this for me. Not for you." He says, as he stands next to me in line.

“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

He looked at her and spoke softly, "Sharon, I was gambling too. If we lost, we could have lost everything." Sharon shook her head. "I have no foundation, no hidden cards. If I want to win big, I have to take risks. You can't only look at potential rewards and ignore the dangers—that's the same as investing. The higher the return, the greater the risk. Without this gamble, turning the tables wouldn't have been this easy." Thomas asked, "You're not upset that I acted on my own?" Sharon smiled. "You helped me win, didn't you? I'm not about to take advantage and then scold you."

In my opinion, open a new bid. Andrew seemed to nod slowly. "I expected you to answer that way." I slowly sipped my jasmine tea with my glass of milk, letting the silence complete us. In my opinion, a new tender means working with new people. The risk is obvious. In business, profit and risk are directly proportional. If you don't want to jump in, don't do business or spread your wings. That's my principle. "With risk?" he asked, as if asking for more consideration. I nodded confidently. "With risk."

zayden pulled me closer. Not merging. but holding. because now that mattered. more than anything. “You don’t survive by removing risk,” he said. The words calm. certain. “You survive by choosing what’s worth the risk.” The space shattered. Violently. because now everything conflicted. everything contradicted itself. The presence flickered. unstable. not breaking. but conflicted. because now it had two truths. two choices. two paths. eliminate the connection and ensure stability. or preserve it and risk everything.

"Do you think what I did was bad?" The pause before he responds is uncomfortable. "It was...risky," he says finally. "But also promising." My snarl is instinctive. "What the fuck do you mean by promising?" Ezra's expression turns cautious. "It means you're willing to take risks, to challenge the status quo. That can be a good thing, alpha. But it can also get you killed or worse, your pack members."

"And how to participate in your own value. When Arthur demands a report on your 'rehabilitation,' Dmitri doesn't just want to say you are happier. He wants to say you are contributing. Your artistic mind is excellent at pattern recognition. You see the emotional lines; learn to see the strategic ones." He picked up a second folder, labeled 'Risk Mitigation.' "This is the true danger. Every move we make, every decision, carries risk. The highest risk is always exposure. Exposure of weakness, exposure of internal conflict, exposure of true emotional need. We spend millions protecting the family from exposure." "Like our affair," I stated, the word hanging heavy in the air. "Exactly," Ivan conf

He was doing his job. “I know the risks, Marcus. I wrote the book on them,” I said. I stood up, smoothing the front of my suit jacket. “I know exactly what she just did. She took the shield I gave her and turned it into a sword. She didn't want to be protected. She wanted to be the one doing the damage.” “It’s a liability,” Marcus insisted. He didn't flinch. “In every simulation we ran, her independence was the highest risk factor. She is a liability to the firm, to the merger, and to you.”