Romans & histoires Pretty Reckless

And you too! "You… Are you crazy?" Cora trembled. At that moment, Joseph seemed like a rabid beast. "Am I crazy? Probably! But people like them have it coming. Whether they end up dead or injured, they deserve it. "I bet they must've been having the time of their lives when you cheated on me. Once I start going down my list, they're going to suffer, and I'll enjoy it just as much!" "Joseph, that kind of thinking is really dangerous. Stop being reckless, and come home with me!"

“And impulsive leaders die fast.” “He’s strong,” another counters, but there’s doubt in his tone, like he’s just saying it because he knows he should. “And smart. He’s just…” “Reckless.” The word lingers, and sits in the middle of the room like an immovable weight. I say nothing and I don’t move. I just sit there, staring at the wood grain of the table, jaw tight, hands fisting in my lap as they talk about Rook like he’s already fucked this up.

A reckless idea flashed through my head - it was risky, borderline stupid, but maybe our only shot. There was no turning back now anyway.

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, eyes swinging shut. Alton stared at her, shocked until a chuckle escaped his lips. The seatbelt clicked free. He leaned closer to her ear, “Get your mind out of the gutter, Red.” Heat flooded her face as her eyes flickered open. He leaned away from her, a smirk playing on his lips. “I wasn’t…” she said quickly, already reaching for the door handle. He chuckled softly. “Sure.” Mortified, Scarlet pushed the door open and stepped out, the cool night air hitting her like a splash of water. She didn’t look back as she shut the door.

Waiting for sparks or a blowup. “This layout feels safe,” I say, pointing at the screen. “We need to push harder.” One of the designers nods. Another hesitates. Leo leans back in his chair. “Safe isn’t always bad.” I look at him. Really look. “Safe doesn’t change markets.” A pause. “Neither does reckless,” he replies. Heat crawls up my neck. “It’s not reckless if it’s intentional.” “And if it fails?” he asks calmly. “Then we own it,” I shoot back. “That’s the point.”

Then—like a flicker in the dark—it hits me. The idea starts small, dangerous, and quickly spirals into something bigger. Risky. Reckless. The kind of move that could set everything on fire… but might just work. My lips pull into the ghost of a smile. The screen’s glow paints my face in sharp light as I reach for the keyboard.

I could see the worry there, and it only sharpened my edge. “You’re reckless,” I said finally, letting the words hang. “Your obsession with control puts everyone at risk. Especially her.” “And you?” he snapped. “You think calm, quiet observation makes you perfect? It doesn’t. You act like you’re untouchable, like planning and scheming is all that matters. You forget what real risk is.” I stepped closer, close enough that the tension between us could have ignited a fire. “I know exactly what risk is. And I don’t waste time pretending otherwise. Unlike you, I don’t have to announce it to feel powerful.”

she remarked, holding her tits out for me, "more than I had planned on. I'm sorry about that." "Don't be." I reached out and caressed her full, firm, tits, my fingers lingering over the reddish areas where I figured someone's stubble caused some irritation. "It was just play. A little fun and games. Nobody here is trying to steal anybody's spouse or anything like that. It's just a kind of wild freedom to indulge a little in each other; all the time knowing there are limits, and wanting to push them just a little. Maybe we just want to think that we're the special ones, the one that our friends would risk everything for."

"Don't tell me you're chicken. You chose 'Dare.'" "I'm not chicken." My voice lacks its usual bite. I swallow hard, staring at the secluded booth cordoned off by velvet ropes and two massive bouncers. "He just looks like he's waiting for a body to be delivered." "Exactly. High risk, high reward." Jess grins, her eyes gleaming with the kind of reckless excitement that always gets us into trouble. "Kiss the scariest guy in the club, win the pot. Five hundred bucks, April. You need this for your tuition."