Books About Stranger Danger Novels & Stories

I said. “Where? Should I drive you?” he asked. I snapped my head at him. “Why? You're bored and looking for a plaything to pass the time with?” I asked harshly. His brows creased. “What?” “Listen, Aaron, you don't like me, I get it, stop confusing me. One minute you're nice, the next minute you're shouting at me. Sometimes you make me feel like we are buddies and other times, you remind me that we are nothing but strangers to each other”

The window begins to slide up, but before the glass cuts off his voice completely, he adds, “Get in the car. Before someone else comes along.” The engine hums. The headlights stay pinned on me, daring me to move. Get in the car. Every horror movie I’ve ever watched screams inside my head. Rule one: don’t get in the stranger’s car. Rule two: if the stranger already knows your name, run. And yet… my options are thinner than the road itself. The hall is too far behind me. My Uber has abandoned me. My battery is already flashing red. Alone. Isn’t that what I’ve been all night?

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

“Better than okay. But those men… they’re still coming, aren’t they?” Fabian’s jaw tightened, shadows crossing his eyes again. “Yeah. But here, we have time. I’ll keep you safe. I swear it.” She traced a scar on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The safe house was isolated, quiet except for the wind in the trees outside. For now, they had this—each other, raw passion, and a fragile peace. But Pyhna knew the danger was closing in. The burner phone in his bag felt heavier than ever. Whatever unfinished business he carried, it would find them soon.

Didn’t work. Not when Kane kept watching me like that. Like he noticed every little movement I made. I crossed my arms. “Can you stop staring at me?” “I’m doing my job.” “You’re being creepy.” “You’re being careless.” I spun toward him. “I am not careless.” Kane stepped closer slowly. “You post your location online every day.” “That’s literally my job.” “You trust strangers too easily.” “I don’t trust strangers.” “You let millions of them into your life.”

"It’s the only place I can remember feeling truly safe, when I was little." "It’s a good place to be," he agreed. "Much better than bars and late nights—you never know who you’ll run into in places like that." Yna went quiet, her mind drifting back to that terrible night—the night she’d met the stranger, the night everything changed. "Can I ask you something?" Alas said gently. "I hope you won’t be upset." "Of course. Anything." He guided her to a bench so she could rest her feet. He’d wanted to ask more about the pregnancy, but seeing how fragile she still was, he held back.

“Do you like danger, gattina? You came here without knowing who you were coming to. Despite knowing I’ll fuck you like a rag doll, treat you like nothing but a sex toy, and hurt you in the process.” “I am danger,” I whispered, but my words were weak. I wasn’t dangerous. I was just a girl who wanted her sick desires fulfilled. The same sick desires that everyone told me were taboo and not to be said out loud. But the stranger didn’t need to know that. I wasn’t raised to show any weakness. Instead of answering, he trailed his hand up my dress until the back of it grazed my pussy. But he didn’t stop there. He plunged three fingers inside of me without warning. But it didn’t matter that I wasn’t

Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave. “What are you doing here?” As soon as the man leaves, Blaine immediately step back and ask Almothean “I was about to head home when I saw you come in here with someone.” “O-oh.” “Forget about me. What are YOU doing here. Seems like you’re a regular?” He asks Shit. I didn’t want him to know that I’m a gay. “Ah no, I’m just going to drop off my friend then head home.” He denied nervously

He wondered. “What are you doing here?” The stranger demanded, taking the now-empty seat beside him. Carter swallowed anxiously. The giant stranger had just thrown a grown man as though he weighed nothing. He was clearly dangerous and feared around the area, and yet… why did he feel so drawn to him? His voice was low with an underlying roughness, and for a moment, Carter’s tipsy brain itched with recognition. “Huh? Wha—" His rescuer cut him off, glaring at Carter’s bright yellow button-up shirt, thick glasses and newsboy hat. “What is someone like you doing here all alone in a place like this? It’s not safe.”