Love is Dangerous

Love is Dangerous

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Imagine: a world where you never have to experience heartbreak. You can find the one you were meant to be with as easy as breathing. But before I go on. I have one thing to tell you: love is dangerous. I am Jasmine Mellard. I am a Level Five gymnast, my mom's an alcoholic, my dad walked out on me, whatever. But the only thing you need to know is: I'm different. I guess you can say that I am a threat to life itself. Even you, the one reading this. I am a threat to you. Whether you live or die is rested on the shoulders of people like me. How am I different? Well, you'll just have to wait and find out. Wanna see where Jasmine and the others go? Continue exploring their world in the next installment of the Dangerous series: Hope is Dangerous
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Book#2 Can be read as a standalone, but I recommend to read Havoc first. I was raised by a man who taught me how to survive, not how to feel. In a freezing house in rural Estonia, I learned to stay quiet. To stay hard. To take a hit and never cry. I knew what punishment felt like before I knew what safety was. My mother did nothing. My father was a monster. I was born to run. To survive. To keep my sister breathing and my demons quiet. But they were never quiet. Always lurking, whispering.. All I had was my sister. She was my family. She was my rock. And when my sister changed her course and moved to New York, I didn't even hesitate to leave it all behind. All I had were my determination, fists and a promise to protect her. I never meant to become a fighter. I wasn't chasing glory. I was chasing silence. Control. A run from my chaos. But the past never stays buried, and the rage never stops burning. I don't believe in love. Not because I'm edgy or broken or any of that poetic bullshit. I just know what it really looks like- fists, silence, slammed doors. Blood on tiles and bruised bodys. Then came Belle Rivera. She's all fire and venom, smart mouth and sharp heels. She saw straight through me from day one and never looked away. She broke every rule I lived by. Saw every part of me I tried to hide. I didn't fall in love. I crashed into it. Now the only thing more dangerous than the fights I take is what I'd do to protect her. This is who I am now. Not a survivor. A weapon. I've already bled for survival. Now I'll bleed for love.

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