Daisy Danger Novels & Stories

“Maybe someone was being honest about what he—” “Do you honestly believe Harrison was on a date with that woman?” Daisy asked bluntly. I looked at my wine and didn’t answer. “You need to talk to him,” Daisy said firmly. “Not about feelings, not about the bar, not about any of that. About safety. Because whoever is doing this is watching both of you, and if you two aren’t sharing information, you’re both stumbling around blind while someone with a zoom lens photographs your children.” I sat there for a long time, turning my glass in slow circles on the table, hating that she was right.

Elena stood beside her, unsure of what to say. Scarlett took a slow drag and exhaled. “You shouldn’t be here with me,” she said softly. “I’m dangerous.” Elena felt a chill run down her spine. The way Scarlett said it — calm, serious — made her heart race. Scarlett noticed and gave a small laugh. “Are you scared?” Elena shook her head quickly. “No.” Scarlett’s eyes dropped to Elena’s hand. “What’s that?” she asked, nodding at the ring.

Stev hissed softly. Bella exhaled harshly. "I will not run away, Stev! I swear." Bella raised both hands. And Stev snorted, staring at Bella with a meaningful look. . . . #Hi all ... !!! Thank you very much for reading "Dangerous Man" I hope you like it and continue to follow this story until the end. don't forget to comment on this story. I love you all ♥ ️

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In that moment, her body froze at the sudden closeness of their faces. The cold breeze made Jasmine shiver, but slowly, a warmth began to tingle on her skin, becoming perfect as Mr. Hawthorne kissed her lips, slowly and softly. Jasmine couldn’t pull away, even though doubt lingered in her heart. She realized that even before hearing Mr. Harper’s words, she already knew that Mr. Hawthorne was a dangerous man. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the accidents that befell her tormentors, and she had to accept the fact that she was still in love with Mr. Hawthorne, who harbored a dark side.

Fortunately the man behind her was on alert mode so he got her stumbling body but her feet could not stop hurting as the thing under her feet was solid and pointing. “Fuck!” She growled. “What’s that?” He looked at the thing and made Daisy stand. She hissed but chose to ignore the pain even though it was vibrating like a thunderbolt. “A fucking shit!” she muttered and touched her feet. All the time, she did not notice the little thing that hurt her feet. “Oh, it’s a plastic claw hammer.” Ahaz said, looking at the thing. Daisy’s squeezed eyes shoot open when she hears it. Claw hammer. But in her house, nobody is fond of playing with plastic toys.

Daisy screamed. But the line went dead, Static and silent. Daisy's knees buckled. She pressed a hand to her chest, forcing herself to breathe. Something was horribly, viciously wrong. She turned, her face pale as moonlight. "Alessia…" Her voice cracked. "I think—they're in danger." Alessia let out a cry—not from labor this time, but pure heartbreak. "No… no… Daisy… don't tell me that… not tonight…" But there was no time to explain, because another contraction hit—this one savage, forcing Alessia's body to curl forward.

"I didn't tell her about you because she despises guys like you. She's incredibly judgmental." "And does it look like I give a shit about what she likes?" he retorted, his grip tightening just enough to anchor me. "It's just going to be for a few days, Demon. Just a few days, and then I'll come back to the house," I pleaded, searching his cold face. "Daisy cannot find out about you. She is hyper-observant, at first glance, she'll know exactly what kind of dangerous person you are. She'll freak out, and she'll call my mom. I can't let that happen."

{DANTE} Neither Francis nor Cecelia said a word about my long absence from the dinner table Friday night. Vivian didn't mention our little chat in the office, and I returned to New York dissatisfied and on edge. I could've burned the Lau mansion to the ground with one flick of my lighter. Unfortunately, doing so would've brought the authorities straight to my doorstep. Arson was bad for business, and l'd never stooped to murder...yet. But certain people tempted me to cross the line every day, one of whom I happened to share blood with.

“You idiot! You ungrateful daughter. Stupidity is the reason why your mother died early. You're a worthless piece of shit!” Emily cried even more as he gestured to the police to move Dr. Morris to the mobile car. He was afraid that something would happen at any minute to Emily's baby. *** The house was filled with a cry and gentle tone from two women. Nimueh let Emily cry on her shoulder while he was walking back and forth in front of them. “The baby is not mine. Why did you not tell me about this ahead of? You put my family in danger.” He stopped from questioning and analyzing everything when a hard thing touched his head. He looked at the floor where the thick book landed flat then to Nimu