Books About Stranger Danger Novels & Stories

But there's a part of me saying that what I'm doing is so dangerous especially as he gets closer and Travis's wolf also gets closer to him as if giving him a warning not to do bad things. I was lying on the ground and my elbow was resting on the cement. I can no longer care about the scratches that the rough concrete creates on my skin. "N-Nalani, do something! T-Tame him," Siena begged and her voice was almost in a whisper. I need to get the fear out of my system. But every time Travis growls, and Ross retaliates, I can't help but jerk and close my eyes and whimpered. "T-Travis, he—h-help us!" Madame Hale almost hoarse too and Travis seemed to be following him because he growled at Ross aga

Bound. People always think danger announces itself. It doesn’t. It comes quietly—in the form of strangers asking for directions, in harmless smiles, in moments that feel like nothing. And by the time you realize it… It's already too late. Uzair knew that all too well. It was no coincidence. To someone like him, it was nothing more than a pawn on the board—a man who had dared to step into his territory. And he couldn’t let it slide. How could he?

Eli's brows twisted into a hard, cold crease, and his grip on my wrist tightened another degree. There was a barely perceptible edge of anxiety in his voice. "Layla, tell me the truth. Where did you go these three years, and what did you do? You're being so reckless. If you anger the Thorne family, even I won't be able to protect you. Be good, and leave now with my men." I let out a low laugh. I wrenched free of his hold with a hard jerk. "Protect me?"

She carefully entered the numbers she had memorized, and the lock gave a soft click. Holding her breath, she pulled the door open and froze when she saw a thick black book with the word Blueprint embossed on the cover. With steady but trembling fingers, she lifted it out, closed the safe again, and rose to her feet. Anna’s lips parted in a small, nervous smile. Relief washed over her. If the guard had not come, she might never have discovered the code. It felt like fate had finally given her a chance, perhaps even a way to escape this place.

How come now someone warned them to be careful? The Stranger hesitantly said, "I used to. We were friends once, but I distanced myself. Stiles got involved with a dangerous group. I don't know their names. But They're up to no good, I am sure of it and he disappeared for months on end when they called upon him." "We need more information. Can you help us find out where he's gone or who he's associated with?" Eryx asked cautiously. Stranger, being more cautious than Eryx, said, "I'll do what I can. But you have to be careful too. They're always watching."

Montana I couldn't stop thinking about what the stranger said. He asked me to drop him after telling me that his lifestyle is dangerous. He didn't even tell me his name. I don't know why he keeps acting weird and strange. Why can't he tell me about himself if he likes me, is he afraid?

“If she’s a single mother, she’s not just going to let anyone walk into her life. It’s not safe.” “Why do women keep talking about me like I’m dangerous?” Gabe asked. “I like her. I don’t want to put her in my freezer.” “What do you mean? Has someone else said they didn’t trust you?” Addie asked. Gabe ran a hand through his short, brown hair. “She doesn’t think too highly of strangers… any of them. Apparently, I fit that bill, but I’m trying to get to know her. It’s hard when she keeps putting me in the stranger-danger zone. It’s worse than the friend zone.”

Well, plenty of them had come after Vegas, but this one,this one wasn't supposed to be sitting in his hands. The cover read: Sensational Devotion. My stomach dropped. Of all the books he could've picked... He picked that one. The one I'd spent months pretending wasn't inspired by a certain masked stranger who had completely derailed my life. My fingers tightened around the pen. Please tell me that's a coincidence. His mismatched eyes watched me carefully. Too carefully. Almost like he was waiting for a reaction. Which immediately made me suspicious. Because normal readers didn't stare at authors like that.

Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Malcolm moved, just slightly, positioning himself between me and the stranger. "You still haven't answered my question." "Questions are dangerous things, Alpha." The stranger reached into his coat—slowly, deliberately, making sure every wolf saw his hands the entire time—and withdrew a small leather-bound journal, worn soft with age. He held it up like an offering. "But answers are often worse." He tossed the journal onto the nearest table, where it landed with a soft thud beside the half-eaten cake.

Cass's POV Steady breaths. Steady heartbeat. Steady breaths. Steady heartbeat. "Stranger Danger" is a concept we are all taught at a pretty young age. You don't talk to strangers. You don't take candy from strangers. If a stranger offers to let you see puppies in his van, you say "no"...or in my case a VIP tour in a temple. Shit. My parents would be shaking their heads at this. Good job, Cass. Good Job.