Risking It All Novels & Stories

Andrew worried for him, "You're taking too many risks, if something happens and your cover is blown, the consequences are unimaginable." "I know the risks, but I can't just sit back and do nothing." Jeff said firmly, "I'll be careful, I'm willing to risk everything as long as I can find Kourtney." The two men stood face to face, the atmosphere tense and hopeless. They had been brothers for many years and understood each other's thoughts, but in this time of crisis, they were on different sides of the fence. "Well, since you insist on going, I can only help you." Andrew sighed, he knew he couldn't stop Jeff, he could only try to protect him.

“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.”

"Klaus, do you think Weber doesn't know exactly what he's risking by supporting us? Do you think Greta doesn't understand the potential consequences of encouraging you to be yourself? Do you think any of the people who care about you are unaware of what they're asking?" I watched a duck dive beneath the surface of the water, disappearing completely before popping back up several meters away, shaking droplets from its feathers. "What if we lose?" I asked quietly. "What if we win?" he countered. "What if being honest about who we are doesn't destroy everything? What if it actually makes everything better?" "That's a hell of a gamble." "Yes," he agreed. "It is." We stood there for a long time,

I couldn't ask anyone else to take the risk, I couldn't ask anyone else to face the danger, I couldn't ask anyone else to make the sacrifice. But Derek wouldn't listen, Derek wouldn't hear, Derek wouldn't agree. "If you fall, Cane, everything is lost," he said, his voice rising, his words pouring out like a torrent. "Ava, the unborn child, the pack, everything. You can't risk it, you can't gamble with it, you can't play with fire."

Yet every time Zane passed by, that forbidden thrill that made my body come alive. I was torn. Caught between the safe love I knew and the dangerous desire I craved. And I had no idea how this week was going to end.

“There’s no point in arguing with you. If this gets out, I’d be branded a seductress and a whore who wanted what her mother had. You’re a man. You’ll barely get any criticism for it.” She tried to walk away but I grabbed her hand, turning her back around so she could face me. “You want to talk about risks? Do you know I’m putting my whole life’s work on the line because of you?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew I was taking it too far, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’d thought it was just a minor fixation, but I couldn’t stand the thought of her with another man. I couldn’t even stand the thought of her without me. It sounded foreign. I

“Yes, it does.” “Why?” “Because you keep on reminding me, for you attachment means risk,” he replied. I couldn’t argue with that. Risk had basically been the theme of the past year. Evan. Vanessa. Custody. The internet circus. And now Cole. The biggest risk of all. “You’re right,” I admitted. “I usually am.” “Don’t push it.” He smiled faintly. Silence settled again. But it felt different this time. Not awkward. Not tense.

“That’s absurd. You’re perfect for me.” I swallowed hard. “What if I break your heart?” He gave me another look, his expression unreadable. “What if I break yours?” The question caught me off guard. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said evenly, “that there are no certainties in life. Everything involves risks. Being with someone, trusting them, is a gamble.” He paused. “And I’m willing to take that risk with you.” The word “risk” echoed in my mind.

“You should come see the new client I'm texting you about. Might be of use to you since he has zero acquaintance with the club. It might go both ways. Since he isn't acquainted with the club, no one knows him, so no one can get to him. But then he also isn't acquainted with the club and that might be a problem. Doing business with a mere civilian who has zero history with the club… if it goes south, then everything is on you.” I blink, listening carefully. “But isn't that too risky?” He nods. “Without risks you'll be stagnant, sweet butt. This isn't a place for cheerleaders. Old ladies have to be fierce and quick-witted.” “Think about it and take your time. I will make my research on him, bu

That night he looked at me differently. “We’re not stopping, are we?” he asked quietly. “No,” I said. “Even if it destroys us.” “Especially if it destroys us.” He kissed me like a man sealing a pact with the devil. And we kept going. Every late night. Every risk. Every filthy, secret, career-ending orgasm. Because some lines, once crossed, can’t be uncrossed. And some risks are worth every possible consequence. I was the senior risk analyst who had calculated every danger. And I still chose him every single time.