All The Dangerous Things Book Novels & Stories

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

We breached most of his fucking rules. “Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.”

Nothing would ever be the same. I closed the book with trembling hands, my mind spinning. I couldn’t let Asher or Aiden know about this. Not yet. I wasn’t sure I could handle it myself. But one thing was clear now, our father was far more dangerous than we had ever realized. And if he returned with even a fraction of the power this book promised, we would all be in grave danger. I slipped the book back onto the shelf, taking one last glance at the cluttered room before I left. But deep down, I knew things were about to get much darker.

The second, I was crushed completely. Then I built the Dark Council. People think we are evil. But I see us as necessary. The supernatural world is full of chaos. We bring order. The vampires grow stronger. Witches drift apart. Wolves argue among themselves. But I've stayed steady. I've prepared. I will rule them all. There is only one threat. The cookbook. People think it's harmless. Just a book of recipes. But I know better. It's full of spells. Real ones and dangerous ones. And with the stone-

Dangerous. “Tomorrow.”

The city—vibrant, dangerous, unpredictable—had never felt more alive… or more theirs. Together.

Avery asked. "The letter said it would lead the way. I felt going during the day would reduce the risk of dying. But right now we are hooked." Wahika responded. "What about now?" Avery glared at her as she put some books in others, carried the biggest book, and opened it. "It is dangerous." She flipped the pages of the book. "Come check this out." Avery moved closer. "What is that?" Avery asked. There was little space between Avery and Wahika. "Today, the red moon is out." She continued flipping the pages, and she stopped on a page. "This," she pointed at the sea monster. "The combination of every smaller piece of them to make something huge - The war caused all these for mankind."

" and why not?" "because it's not safe." "yeah and leaving me alone on the streets at age 13 was safe. I'm 21 now. I have trained my entire life. I think it's safe enough for someone like me." "no" "why??" "just because." "just because why?" "because I don't trust you" "you couldn't find a dumber reason." "your so stubborn" "I learned from the best, aka you" "your not joining"

The more I thought he would get farther and farther away and I would never see him again the more I struggled. Now, I understand why love is dangerous. When you love truly, you let go of all your inhibitions. You forget how to be rational. Too much emotion will eat away at you. You give all you've got without thinking how that person could possibly hurt you. And even if you’re already hurting, you’ll still insist. I cried more as the wind blew my way.