Risking Book Novels & Stories

I said as clearly as possible as I continued to hold his gaze. “I see that you still don’t quite understand the risks,” he said before shaking his head in dismay. “Then please tell me about it. Please tell me about the risks involved so that I can decide,” I replied. I could tell that my directness surprised the prince, but I was truly unwilling to back down. If there were risks, then I would like to know about them. Deep down, I was also very convinced that if there were risks then there should be ways to mitigate those risks. The prince stared at me in silence before letting out a sigh of resignation. --To be continued…

The Alpha's office went silent at Risk's solution. It was bold. Definitely aligned with his name. Risk was the hallmark of his suggestion. To comb through Snow Pointe would be to invalidate all security within the pack, including Alpha Damon's authority. Suggesting that any and everyone be called into question indicated foundational cracks within the pack that couldn't be denied or explained away.

Colleen was pressing against walls that pushed back hard. What connected us wasn’t trust. It was proximity to something dangerous enough to reshape all our lives. When I entered my apartment, I went straight toying work table, reviewing the shortlist of potential financial handlers. Each one came with risks. Histories carefully scrubbed. Successes no one could publicly claim. Failures that vanished without record.

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.

"Exactly. It's the same for us. If my father wanted yours dead, Dominic would already be gone. This was messy. This was meant to look like us, to get you angry. So the real question is, who benefits from us going to war?" The idea had been scratching at the back of my mind since the funeral. "The Russians," I suggested. "The Bratva." But Luca shook his head again. "No. They operate in different circles. Ports, oil, cyber stuff. This? This is old-school. This is personal." He took a step closer, his voice dropping even lower. "I think it came from inside." A thick silence followed his words. "Someone who wants a war," he continued. "Someone who thinks they can grab power from your father, or

“History. Some true, some wishful thinking.” I set the book on the small table between us. “This one says mates can destroy each other. Or save each other. No in-between.” He nodded once. “That’s the gamble.” I met his gaze. “You ever think about it? What happens if we turn out to be the destructive kind?” His jaw flexed. “Every day since I found you in that cell.” The honesty hit me hard. I swallowed. “And?” “And I still want the risk.” He leaned forward, elbows on knees. “Because I’ve seen what happens when someone walks away from the bond. I won’t do that to you—or to me.”

Never heard so much as a sliver of emotion. “He went to a club. We talked, he bought drinks…” She was losing the thread. “Kade, he told me everything. We’ve got him.” “Do you have any idea of the danger you’ve put yourself in? They could be watching you, right now.” “I know the risks I’m taking.” Her tongue felt clumsy. What was he talking about? Who were ‘they’? “You are risking your life, Raven. You understand that, don’t you?” “It’s my life. My risk.”

Looking through the ledger in front of him with an angry expression on his face, he closed and smacked the book on the floor. "What the hell is this I am seeing? Care to explain this nonsense?" he rant furiously to one of his men. "We spent that much money thinking the goods will arrive safely since it'd fetch a lot of profit later on, I am so..." the man didn't get to finish his statement before he was kicked in the leg, making him kneel unwillingly. "Are you foolish? It will fetch us a lot of profit? How could you not think when you were taking a risk? You stu..."

Even though I was just a second away from my brother discovering his sister was a slut. A bigger question settled in my bones: Would I ever stop taking this kind of risk with Roman? And my answer came back without a single hesitation. No! I never knew I would love risky sex until Roman, and now that I'd gotten deep into it, I never want it to end. This... this was my never-ending cum-stained risky sex. The End

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.