When Love Turns Dangerous Novels & Stories

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

He was really happy that even if he was leaving, she still won’t live peacefully because he was leaving his son behind to make her life miserable. “How are you so sure about that…? He says he loves me…” She was playing dumb to get him to tell him more information. Sam started laughing harder after he heard that. “You’re dumber than I thought. Do you really believe him?” He asked as he tried to control his laughter. She stayed quiet cause she wanted him to believe that she trusts him. “His love is destructive, he wants to possess you and destroy you. His plan today is to take you away after injuring you to the point of dying.” He said and she smirked secretly cause she finally got him to spea

She didn’t mind it before but when it became louder and clearer, she turned down the volume of the TV to hear some men murmuring behind her window that nobody seems to be in the house so they can just knock on the door and pretend to be a deliveryman just like in the afternoon. She quickly jumped off the couch and slid the curtain a bit to see the deliveryman who came in the afternoon with two other men dressed in black. She knew that she was about bring robbed and raped if possible so she firstly put off the light, locked the front door securely and crawled to the kitchen where she opened the back door quietly and rushed out of the compound before she was sighted. She ran straight down the

He never loved anyone and now for the first time when He got aware of his feelings, He wanted his wife to feel the same thing for him. The woman thought that whatever they had between them was nothing but obsession and lust but it was more than that. Their twisted attraction was more than a few rolls in the bed. It was not only obsession but love. A dangerous love. The kind of love which couldn't be described with a few poetic lines, it was more of a gasoline and fire. Their love was like a volcanic eruption. Dangerous and wild. Insane and Dirty. Love which knew no bounds.

Lena whispered, her voice trembling. Ryan’s eyes burned with intensity as his hands slid firmly around her waist, pulling her against him. “Damn that wedding, Lena,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “We can't stop. We're addicted to this, to us.” Before she could respond, their lips collided in a fiery kiss, their breaths mingling as if nothing else mattered. The heat between them was undeniable,dangerous and consuming. Lena’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind screaming for reason, but her body betrayed her, melting into his touch.

That's why I reached out to him, pleaded with him to help us. But the truth was simple. Zach had always put Jennifer first. He didn't love me. He didn't love our daughter. That truth hadn't changed just because I had been given another chance at life. The way he turned away from us—cold, indifferent, vaguely apologetic—was exactly the same as before. I held Kathy tighter and made a quiet promise in my heart: this time, all I would ask for was Kathy's safety. Her health. Her life. Early the next morning, I dropped Kathy off at daycare and went straight to my workplace. I told the director I had decided to accept the transfer to Shaylon City.

The kind who will do anything to be near power. I close the chamber door and let my hands fall to my sides. I am old enough to remember when love was a simple thing, and sharp enough to see how dangerous it becomes in the wrong hands. Camille’s infatuation with Hope is an annoyance, then a worry, then a threat.

"Don't you understand that having someone love you that intensely is the most dangerous thing in the world?" His hand came up to cup my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone. "Then be terrified," he said. "Be scared. Be overwhelmed. But don't run away from me. Don't go on dates with other men because I make you feel too much." "That's what I thought," Zane said quietly, but he didn't let go of my wrist. Didn't step back. Instead he stood there, jaw clenched, hands trembling slightly like he was holding himself back from something.

Waiting. Because even in love, danger could strike when least expected.

“That doesn’t make sense.” He looks back at me, eyes bright. “You jump because staying on the edge will kill you slower.” I sit with that, uneasy. “Isn’t that dangerous?” He smiles wider. “Breathing is dangerous.” I stare at him. “Love is dangerous,” he continues easily. “Trust is dangerous. Hell, waking up in the morning is dangerous if you think about it long enough.” He hops back onto the hood beside me, closer now, voice dropping into something quieter. “You ever notice our parents?” he asks.