The Dangers In My Heart Light Novel Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 76 I NEVER REGRETTED MEETING YOU WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Why? Why is his heart beating like crazy as if any minute it would jump out of his body and run towards her? Why can’t he keep his eyes away from this gorgeous woman?

After a few seconds of looking around and the sights of her sleeping mate beside her made her calm but worried since whatever had happened in her vision wasn't reality yet In her vision she had seen a pure heart of diamond which was so full of life, compassion and love but then the scene changed to show a dark mist hovering over the heart, it was scary, the heart emits a bright light, bright enough to blind anyone but in the end it shatters into a million pieces successful getting rid of the foul mist but at the expense of being shattered.

My heart beat sprinted, hearing its loud sound. "Do this thing again to me and you'll regret what you did," he warned me, not avoiding his eyes on me. Hence, he lowers his gaze to my lips. I swallowed several times, feeling the warmth of him radiating on me. I'm putting myself in danger. I know, he could kill me right now with his strong bare hands.

Dear readers, As much as I want to welcome everyone to my madness... WARNING this is a dark romance book and if you are underage I encourage you to delete my novel as I only wrote this for adults and purely for a short while escape from our reality. BABY'S POINT OF VIEW There's always a situation involving exposure to danger. It's called risk. We've known it ever since our parents died, and we were taken in by our fathers' sister, an assassin in the underworld.

Personal. And one of us or maybe all of us might not survive the fire he intended to start. I glanced at Elliot, Liam, Marcus my three fires, my three protections, my three desires. Each one held a different kind of danger and promise. And suddenly, the line I had feared crossing didn’t matter anymore. Because the real danger was not the line it was the fire waiting to consume us all. The sound of the balcony door sliding open made my blood run cold. Outside, the faint glow of a lighter illuminated the intruder’s face and he was smiling.

“You don’t gotta be scared. Not with me.” The words twisted inside me, pulling at things I didn’t want pulled. Because I was scared. Of him. Of this place. Of myself. But underneath it all was something else. Something I hadn’t felt in years. I lifted the glass to my lips, focusing on the cool water as if it could calm the storm inside me. Blake stayed close, quiet, steady as the chaos of the clubhouse churned around us. Maybe he was dangerous. Maybe I was stupid for being here.

I have ten years of reasons, catalogued and ready. My eyes close anyway. Pulled under by the retreating fever, by the warmth of his hand still steady around mine, by the impossible, unwelcome, completely unprecedented feeling of being safe. His breathing slows beside me in the dark, even and close, and I think — right at the edge of sleep, where thoughts lose their sharp edges — that this is the most dangerous thing that has ever happened to me. Not Crane. Not the patrol. Not the broken vial or the Selection notice or ten years of running with a false name and a pounding heart.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

A couple more hours until sunset. But even as I watch the sky darken, a feeling gnaws at me. The weight of it. The pressing urgency of it all. The fact that I’m playing with fire. That I’ve already crossed a line I can’t uncross. I think of her again—Faith. And for the first time, I wonder if she truly has any idea of what she’s walked into. The danger. The darkness. The war that’s already brewing, just waiting to consume everything in its path.

The young man who was now standing next to Celius also has these intensely dark crimson eyes. When hearing two young men who are complete strangers to me speak to one another as though we are good friends is enough to make me realize how threatening I've put myself in, I furrow my brows and narrow my gaze. Even though it's already risky, I'm still unable to walk even a small distance. I'm breathing in something that I shouldn't be breathing while my heart beats rapidly. It poses a much greater risk than dying. It's as if I've entered a different realm where I'm surrounded by danger and have no way to escape. No one can save me now and it keeps swallowing me whole like the night.