When Love Turns Dangerous Novels & Stories

The realization terrified me. I stood slowly from the chair afterward and moved toward the window. The city below looked quiet now. Peaceful. Completely different from the mess inside my head. “I used to think love was supposed to feel safe,” I admitted quietly. Damien’s voice came from behind me. “And now?” I swallowed carefully. “Now I think maybe it’s supposed to ruin you first.” The words hung between us heavily. Then slowly I turned around. Big mistake. Because Damien was already looking at me with that same dangerous intensity again. Not lust. Not just attraction. Something deeper now. Something that felt terrifyingly close to love.

"Because everyone I love either dies or leaves. Love looks like a trap." Damien looked at her softly. "it is, occasionally. but it’s additionally what makes us strong." "How?" "When you love someone, you find it more difficult. You don’t surrender. That makes you dangerous." Celeste smiled faintly. "Then we’re both dangerous." "Yeah. We are." He kissed her — gentle at first, then deeper. Like he’d been waiting forever. When they pulled apart, Celeste felt lighter. Like she could finally breathe. "What’s our plan?" she asked.

I said weakly, my shaky legs barely holding up. "Why not?" he asked simply, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. "You deserve to hear it. To know it." I jerked away, turning my back to him. I couldn’t let myself fall. Not again. Love was dangerous. Love could be used against me. I still had my revenge to think about. Caleb’s death wasn’t avenged yet. I couldn't get distracted now that I was even close to the one that makes my heart race. *****

A gorgeous tall guy is walking towards me, holding a glass of Martini. I must be lost in thought and staring off into space because I don't hear him speak to me at first. But when I finally come to my senses and see that Mr. Handsome is standing right in front of me, barely half an inch away, I'm struck by the sweetness of his singsong voice. It's like honey on my ears, and I feel a surge of heat in the room as his voice fills the air, like a furnace igniting on a cold winter's night.

Melissa stares at Francis blankly before she looks away. The glass doors slide open and Francis and the two officers walk out into the pouring rain. Instantly, Francis' suit and plain trousers get wet. His short black hair stick his face and neck as the officers take him to the police car parked beside the glassy skyscraper. The shorter officer opens the back door and the Italian officer puts Francis in the backseat before closing the door. Francis stares at the building as the car's ignition starts before speeding away.

"But needs must." He walked over to me, and I could see that his eyes held a dangerous and rabid look. I was glad that he had taken his attention off Eric. He could hurt me instead. I didn't want Eric to go through any more pain, but as for myself, I didn't care. I breathed in as I felt the concrete wall on my back, keeping me in place. Dimitri bent down and touched my bare leg as he toyed with me. Suddenly, his neck snapped and he crumpled to the ground.

Night after night, my father was haunted by visions of my sister, a side effect of the mushrooms he had consumed. His sanity was fraying at the edges. In a sudden frenzy, he stormed into the kitchen, seized a knife, and unleashed a violent onslaught on the figure in my sister's clothes. I watched through the crack of my door, heart in my throat, before slipping out to flip the circuit breaker. Light flooded the room, revealing the horror of what he had done—his mother lay lifeless, and his eyes met mine, full of realization and horror.

For one disoriented second, Lance simply stood there, breath knocked slightly loose, staring up at broad shoulders and a face half-lit by the club's shifting blue light. Something about the stillness of the stranger cut through the haze of alcohol fogging his mind — a quiet, coiled sort of danger that even drunk instincts recognized. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. For a heartbeat, the noise of the club seemed to fall away entirely, leaving only the two of them standing in the wreckage of an accidental collision that felt, somehow, like the beginning of something neither man had been looking for. Behind the stranger, half-hidden by the crowd, a woman's shattered whisper caught

Samaira looked ahead as she covered her ears with both her hands, unable to bear the noise, her eyes widened in horror as she looked ahead, Siddharth was heading towards a large tree “NOOO,” before she could say anymore, he had sped up and banged the car with full strength on the tree, into a head on collision,” Dangerous Love.. does it even exist?, Oh Yes! it does.. All Hearts !!

In an instant, the light shriek and strkle all back and forth to a collapse fragment! A/N: Book 1 of Dangerous Affection is finish! Thanks to the God; to my subscribers; and to all my followers. Especially those who adds the story to their library. My warmest thanks!