Clear And Present Danger Novel Novels & Stories

Before someone dangerous gets out. Claire was even more ecstatic about the book now, dreams of cash born of tragedy filling her mind. She wanted the publisher to put a sticker on the front of the book when it was completed, screaming something sensational about how the pages contained the most authoritative look at the escaped mastermind beauty. It was all the better, Claire insisted, if Janice Rosse was never caught, keeping the mystery alive and making her a legend up there with the likes of Bonnie Parker. Byron didn't want to be quite that purple, especially concerning his friend, but he figured he would lose this particular war.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

PROLOGUE Lightning flashed and thunder rolled. White-barked birch and budding spruce whipped in the wild wind, groaned under the onslaught of frigid rain. Willows rustled in protest as massive trunks popped and groaned. Some fell under the force of the brewing storm. It was winter’s last gasp for control before relinquishing its seasonal reign. Nothing living moved. A violent flash of lightning split the night, illuminating a clearing on the side of one of the forested hills. In that instant of light, two men appeared.

I could already imagine Kim freaking out when she saw the state I was in. "Hey, Leandra... I was wondering why you saved Marco back then," Isaac said. "I don’t even know what I was thinking," I admitted. Memories of the café incident flashed in my mind—the bald thug pulling out a gun and pointing it at Marco, and me throwing myself in the way without a second thought. That decision had made an innocent woman a target instead. "We’re here..." Isaac announced as the car slowed to a stop in front of the hotel. I looked out the window. Right, this was it.

It was an indescribable feeling, one that gave me goosebumps, as if every fiber in my being were alive with passion and desire. “Darling, you are so much more than that woman, keep that firmly in your mind.” He clenched his jaw, “However, I must caution you to be mindful of people like her; they can do unimaginable damage if given the chance. I don't want to see that happen to you and it's why I'm saying this. The world is a tough place and there are many forces out there looking to bring down those who dare to stand up against them. That woman is one of those forces.”

Alyssa had made her move. She’d bombed one of the Colbert safe houses across town. Six men were dead. And the war had officially begun. I walked into Jillian’s office just as he threw a glass against the wall. It shattered loudly, the shards spraying across the floor. He turned toward me, rage in every inch of him. “She killed them,” he hissed. “And she smiled while doing it.” “What do we do?” “We retaliate.” His voice was hard. Unforgiving. But his eyes softened when he looked at me.

Zie replied, I could hardly breathe because of the nervousness especially when the door opened and I heard the sound of a foot walking near to our direction. "Good day sir, Giza Clay is here and he doesn't have an appointment with you today but he wants to talk to you, he said it's about the manuscript." Hearing the name Giza Clay, the book entitled 'The Dollar Sign' immediately registered in my brain, if memory serves me right he is the author of that novel. I want to come out under the table to confirm if Giza has an X shaped scar on his face. "Let him in," Zie replied, his voice was still cool as if I wasn't under him with his penis on my mouth. What if Giza caught us doing nasty things?

The city blurred past the windows in streaks of light and stone. Damian drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting protectively on Nova’s thigh. She clutched the journal tight in her lap, the USB drive sealed in an inner pocket of her coat. They didn’t speak at first. The weight of what they’d uncovered pressed between them like fog, thick, clinging, impossible to ignore. Nova finally broke the silence. “He was trying to take them down. And they made an example out of him.”

It was the first time I’d ever spoken her name in front of a crowd. “Elena Clearwater was more than a medic,” I said. “She was a witness. And for that, someone made her disappear.” You could’ve heard a pin drop. When I finished, I let the silence hang. I didn’t fill it. I let them sit in the weight of it, because they needed to. Because I needed them to feel how heavy truth can be. Then Richard stepped forward. “We stand for truth,” he said, voice firm. “Even when it’s dangerous. Especially then.”

“Let them come for me. It’ll make killing them cleaner.” At the safehouse, Clara typed furiously, the glow of her laptop flickering across her pale face. Headline draft: The Night Milan Burned — Who Profits from Fear? She hesitated, fingers trembling. For the first time, she wasn’t sure if she was reporting history or standing inside it. Back at the wrecked docks, Livia watched the embers fall like red snow. Alessandro stood beside her, silent. The night smelled of smoke and vengeance. She whispered, mostly to herself, “He thinks this ends in flames.”