Books About Stranger Danger Novels & Stories

Speaking, his voice was like steel. You are not going to hurt her whatever your identity is. Not as I am now standing here. The stranger's gaze flickered toward Leo, a little giggle departing their lips, but it was not a laugh of amusement. That type of chuckle made you shiver down your spine. Leo, you believe you can keep her safe? The voice of the stranger was gently sarcastic. "She poses greater risk than you are aware of. More danger than you are aware exists here. Although I could see Leo's anxiety growing, his jaw clenched and he kept his ground. "I've been through hell and back to protect her," he continued, his voice icy but with subdued fury. And I will do it once more.

As if he was already imagining stripping the dress off her and bending her over the nearest surface. Elena didn’t look away. Instead, she felt her body respond with embarrassing eagerness — thighs pressing together, a slick warmth coating her thong. In her mind, flashes of what could happen returned unbidden: those large hands gripping her thighs, that mouth on her nipples, that powerful body driving into her until she couldn’t think straight. She wanted it. She wanted him to ruin her for anyone else. The stranger — Damian — finally set his glass down and rose from his seat. He moved with the confident stride of a man who always got what he wanted. As he approached, the air between them crac

Ivy doesn't need anyone. She's got three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for men who think muscle solves everything. Then a bar fight goes wrong, an infuriatingly gorgeous stranger clears her debt, and suddenly she's stuck working for a hockey player who smells like moonlight and looks at her like she's the answer to a question he never asked. She should have known "assistant" was too good to be true. She definitely shouldn't have missed the part where he's a werewolf. Or that she might be one too. Alex has spent three years running from an arranged marriage, an Alpha title he doesn't want, and a fate he can't outskate. The night he finds his fated mate slinging drinks at a dive

Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company. Now the same stranger from that night keeps showing up… touching me like he owns me… making me feel things I shouldn’t. Things that burn. Things that terrify me. Oh, and did I mention my new boss? Yeah, we hate each other. At least, that’s what we keep telling ourselves. Will something crazy happen between us ************* Chapter 1 Serene’s Pov

She had promised to be there for me not long ago, and I still couldn’t make sense of why she would betray me to Tom. It all started making a bit more sense now—how Tom had walked in right after her and how she had insisted we make noodles for him instead of just telling him to leave. Had they planned everything, including the pregnancy and my collapse, or was I truly pregnant? “That’s the thing with their kind,” the stranger suddenly added, noticing me staring at Blair. “They look kind and innocent, but that’s what makes them so dangerous.” Heavy footsteps echoed, approaching quickly. “Quick. We don’t have much time,” he urged as he shifted into his wolf form. I took that as my cue to do the

and something dangerous , the perfect image of a bad boy born of chaos. A low growl fills the room. Instinctively, I flinch, retreating to the very edge of the bed, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. His dark eyes roam over me, lingering, searching for something I can’t name. I dare not meet his gaze. I know that kind of man , I’ve met dozens like him. None ever protected me. They only hurt me… or turned away in silence while others did. The stranger, with the build of a Viking warlord, settles back into the chair. The wood creaks beneath his weight. His deep, guttural grunts make my teeth chatter.

“Oh God. Is it the Hunters?” I shake my head. “No. Someone we don’t know. But I’ll find that son of a bitch and scrape him off the earth.” My fist tightens without me noticing. “Shit,” Freddie mutters. “Is that why she’s here? What about your parents? Your sister? Are they safe?” I hiss under my breath. “I don’t care about them.” He stops walking. Turns slowly to face me like I just said something insane. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You bring a literal stranger into your dangerous crib for protection, but you leave your own blood behind?” His brows pull together. “Wait—”

Reading him like he's some kind of a book. "I don't, and that great. I guess your family raised you up with that puking reminder of 'don't talk to strangers'." He uttered before crossing his arms above his chest. "I don't know why you're outside though I know that you know you're not safe lingering around here and alone. Klyde McMarrow is just around, strolling out in the city like a freeman, I suggest you stay put in a place where you're safe." He walked towards the section of some romantic novels of books, looking at those and not looking at her. "How'd you know about that?" She asked looking at him at the corner of her eyes.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

“Why would you get the police involved just so to get me to talk? Do you think I would talk if I don’t want to, even if the police are involved? That’s a very dumb suggestion. I don’t like talking to strangers.” “The same stranger that damned all consequences and every risk to get you safe. A stranger helped a stranger out of danger and the stranger turns out to seem ungrateful. I have no intentions of putting you at more risk. But if you think I’m putting you into more risks by wanting to know you and how to help you better. Then, I’m sorry. I don’t have such intentions.” Noah picked up an old magazine, started going through the headlines, and sipping his coffee at intervals.