Novel & Cerita Pretty Reckless

"Oh, please. You really think I’d willingly go with them?" Andrea narrowed her eyes. "Then why the hell did you do it?" I shrugged. "It worked, didn’t it?" Andrea clicked her tongue. "You’re reckless as hell, you know that?" I smirked. "And yet, you like having me around." Andrea shook her head, but I saw the small smile playing on her lips. "You’re insane, Red." I winked. "Takes one to know one." Andrea chuckled, but then her face turned serious again. "Next time, don’t do that. You could have gotten yourself killed."

I pressed my lips tightly together before I quietly replied, "I never wanted your money.” Edward's sharp gaze locked onto me, and his lips curled into a twisted smirk. "Amelie, oh, Amelie… You've always been the type to do whatever it takes to get what you want. "Those petty tricks you use are just to keep yourself tethered to my family and continue riding our coattails. After all, your family is sinking. "Am I wrong? A woman like you, who's quick to jump ship the moment I face hard times, would never let herself endure a tough life."

All storm and possession, no gentleness. And for one reckless heartbeat, Aria forgot everything…her parents, the lies, the cage. All she wanted was him.

“I’m fine, see? Nothing to worry about. You can relax now, Dream. You were worried over nothing.” I took a step closer, the anger that had been simmering all morning rising like lava. “Worried over nothing?” I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was? How irresponsible? And do you even care how that could’ve affected me?”

Reckless Tattoo. I was so excited I was bouncing in my seat waiting for Viper to come around and open my door. I wanted to just jump out but Viper wasn’t having it. Viper opened my door laughing at me. “ Is that nerves or excitement?” he asked. “ A little nervousness, huge excitement.” I said giggling as he picked me up and set me on the ground. We walk in hand and hand to the reception desk. The girl looks up and smiles at me. “ Hey Pixie. Finally going to lose your ink virginity?” she asks. I laugh. “ Hi, Camile. Yes, I am.” I said. She nods. “ So who do you have an appointment with?” she asks.

“So let me get this straight. You want me to meet your family, confront my boyfriend, and pretend I’m fine with all of it tonight.” Jason didn’t deny it. “I want you to stop shrinking yourself for people who don’t show up for you.” For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I exhaled, rubbing my forehead. “You’re reckless,” I muttered. A faint smile tugged at Jason’s mouth. “Maybe. But I’m not wrong.” I glanced at the clothes again, then back at him. “This doesn’t mean I’m agreeing,” I said. Jason nodded. “It just means you’re standing up.”

decide to ram my car off a bridge because you pissed off the wrong lobbyist or whatever. "You know the risks," he snaps back, voice going cold. "I've told you a hundred times—stay inside, let the security handle things. Your little rebellions put everyone in danger." "My rebellions? You mean living? God, I hate this. I hate that your dirty games spill over on me. No friends—because who wants to hang with the girl who might get them shot? No boyfriends—because one leaked photo and your precious reputation tanks. So yeah, I sneak out. Sue me."

“It’s reckless. It’s dangerous as fuck.” I leaned in, “Yeah,” I murmured. “And it’s exactly what we want to do.”

"How could you possibly think it was okay to wander off in the middle of the night?" "It was -“ I start, but the next words stick in my throat like lead. The guilt starts to hammer at me for the first time since I devised the plan to slip out. The memory of Erbao sick and struggling before he collapsed in front of me plays out vividly in my mind's eye. What is wrong with me that I never thought of it? Or the scary possibility of it happening again... this time, while I was gone on some illicit rendezvous? "Try 'reckless' on for size," Kadeem spats out, disappointment oozing out of each word. "Or utterly insane."

Of course I dared. When a person was pushed to the edge, there was nothing left to fear. Clutching Miss Zabel's greasy, $350,000 check, I rushed straight to the meeting spot. A few rough-looking men surrounded my mother, cursing and spitting as they stood over her. My mother was curled up in the corner. This woman, who was once so proud and confident, now had streaks of gray in her hair and a face hollowed by exhaustion.