Novel & Cerita A Dangerous Man Novel

He asked threateningly, easily towering over the sitting Dimitri. Dimitri shook his head before standing up abruptly, headbutting the man on the nose. The man staggered back, clutching his bloodied nose. “I'm so fucking going to kill you.” He gritted out. “That's if you live long enough to do that.” Dimitri said, dipping his hands behind him to draw out his gun. The man cowered, his hand which was not clutching his nose shaking beside him. “I… chill man… I'm not the one you are here for r…right?” He asked hopefully, glancing at the cowering Elora.

There was something dangerous about this man, though I couldn't put my finger on what it was. "What's up?" Bianca asked elbowing me at the side, breaking my train of thought. I turned to her, giving a small smile. "Nothing much. Just having fun." "Are you sure?" she asked. "You were dancing like a goddess! If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were the goddess Aphrodite herself!" She said it with such wide-eyed wonder, like a child gazing upon a star. "What if I was?"

But his presence was magnetic, pulling me in despite every alarm going off in my head. His eyes bore into mine, dark and dangerous, like he could see through every layer of my body. My breathing hitched more as his hand brushed ever so slightly against mine—a touch so brief yet so powerful it sent a shockwave through my entire body. What was I doing? What was wrong with me? This man was dangerous. But one night wouldn't hurt right? After all, we won't see each other again. I will take the money and make a run for it. No strings attached.

I clenched the iron rails of the balcony as waves crashed below creating an aura of mystery as this handsome man with beautiful piercing eyes looked back at me. I could tell that I'd plunged myself into something dangerous. “Who….who are you?” my lips quivered in fear as I asked. “I'm the most dangerous Man in all of New York City Pearlita, the most feared Don In all the states, Don Nico D’angelo and now you have become mine to protect”

He pulled me close, resting his chin lightly against the top of my head while I leaned my cheek against his chest, listening to the calm, steady rhythm of his heart. "I was dangerous back then, Nora," Damien admitted quietly, his hand gently smoothing down my spine. "I was an angry, isolated man who believed that control was the only defense against pain. I built this apartment like a vault because I thought if I let anyone in, they would use my vulnerabilities to destroy me." "And now?" I asked, lifting my head to look into his dark eyes. Damien looked down at me, his mouth softening into an expression of raw, unshielded tenderness that still took my breath away.

This was Alexander Kingston. The billionaire every rival feared. The man who had survived boardroom wars, assassination attempts, and betrayals without ever showing weakness. "If someone is inside this house," he said quietly, "I need to know you're safe." "I'll be safer with you." "You'll be safer where I tell you to be." Their eyes locked. Neither moved. Then Regina slowly climbed out of bed. She walked toward him until only inches separated them. Without saying a word, she took his free hand and pressed it gently against the small curve of her stomach.

He dislikes the heat that follows it even more. A cruel man would have been easier to understand. A careless one would have been safer. Julian is neither, and that makes him dangerous in a different way. He knows where the wound is, and he has chosen not to press it in public. Adrian does not know what to do with that kind of restraint. It feels almost worse than exposure because exposure gives him something to fight. Restraint leaves him sitting alone at his desk, thinking about the man who spared him when he had every reason not to.

First, he wanted to kill me, reason enough to try to keep him away and I didn't need more reasons, but the man had generously given me a list of thirty leaves, which I proceed to enumerate: Second, he was meticulous, reserved, calculating, unpredictable. Which made him dangerous. And I don't get along with danger. His presence made me narrow my eyes and keep alert to what his next move will be. There he would come up with a "useless"out of nowhere, there he would throw me out of a window as if it were a small thing, or there he would buy me a soda and crush my hand. Who knows what would be the next thing he would do against me.

Ethan had hated knowing the man was not around to call when he got in a tight spot. But above everything else about the job, Ethan liked the danger and the thrills he got when he outmaneuvered his opponents. It was like a game to him. He’d always been good at it. When he was a kid, he’d played paintball wars with all his friends. He’d always won. His high school buddies hadn’t realized the game wasn’t about shooting but about strategy, something he was really good at. Ethan tried to close his eyes while keeping on alert. He felt his muscles relax one at a time until finally he could focus on the sounds around him, listening for anything out of the ordinary. But he could hear only the gentle

Mae breathe out in relief but that was only shortlived as another reason for her to panic came up again. "Who else does he have tailing me Damian?" "Just me, for some months now." Mae frowned, "why?" "The boss thinks that there is no reason to keep hovering over you, everyone in town knows that you belong to him and so far so good, you have been a good girl and have not attempted to leave this town". Mae snickered. "like I could even if I'd wanted to." "Look Mae, this mafia life is dangerous. I know they assure protection but I want you and the father of your baby to be done with his family as soon as you can get your bearings and hide your identities well".