Danger Artinya Novels & Stories

"You… You're back? You didn't die over there?" Without saying a single word, I called the police. It turned out that Gabby had been trying to take control of my assets, so she conspired with the bone-setting clinic in Bisea. She wanted to ruin my reputation for good, hoping I would take my own life out of shame. That way, she could take over all my assets. Gabby had even purchased accidental death coverage on me, naming herself as the beneficiary. Gabby probably didn't expect everything to backfire on her. Once I had secured the evidence, I took her to court. I wanted her to pay for the harm she had caused me many times over.

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

I turn to face them one by one, “You would not come any closer. I will blow his fucking brains on this table before you even blink an inch of a second.” Then after what seems a good five minutes, Sloane finds his voice to speak again, “You are playing a dangerous game, Lucero.” “Nobody touches my shit. Least of all you. Now,” I lift my gun but an inch higher to line it perfectly with his temple, “You will return it before this day is over.”

” Herman exclaimed aiming both of his index fingers to Anggun. “You shoot your nails, right? Shooting nails to me? Do you think your nails are strong enough to destroy a diamond?” Anggun asked arrogantly. “Anyway, why diamond? I thought that we would fight against Dodol man since Garut is famous for the Dodol (a sweet toffee-like sugar palm.... Dang! Just Google it.)” Alfi thought. “Err, wait, that”s it! Probably she is dodol (Dodol can be used for insulting, the meaning is as harsh as "moron").” He added.

Could they really see through me? “You should d******d ALLURE,” She said, with a wink. Her phone screen lit up, and she waved it with a smile. “Everybody needs a little secret.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t play innocent now, Reese,” Anna interrupted, gliding her manicured hand around the rim of her dirty martini glass. “ALLURE is exactly what you need. That's where the real magic happens—Private, discreet, top-tier men only, darling.” “It's a dating app,” Sophie said lightly.

Avila wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as she slid down the stripper pole for the fifth time that night. It was exhausting! The club was packed, and she could feel the eyes of the customers on her as she danced to the beat of the music. She tried to ignore the lewd comments and catcalls, focusing instead on the money that was being thrown at her feet. It was the only thing that made the job bearable and worth it. It was the only thing still pushing her to grind and rock her body on the tall pole - the money.

Third person POV: ‘Ring of Blood’ was wrestling play-offs conducted more like a sacred ritual in criminal world once every year, the only event where members form all gang’s used to participate for honor in underworld. Several best fighters from all gang’s used to fight against each other to win raw gold worth of 10 million dollar, Gold was just rationale but the real prize of such play-offs was to show power and establish dominance in underworld, such kind of wrestling matches were illegal and punishable in New York, hence this matches used to get organized on secular island under the mask of parties and celebrations.

That we would have to make a desperate decision very soon. “I love you Dustin. I’m so damn sorry,” I said, stroking his face. He shook his head. “I knew at a young age what my father was doing, who he was getting into bed with. It was only a matter of time. It could have happened at any moment, if he’d pissed off the wrong person or said the wrong thing. The danger was always present, looming. But dying for love, for my mate, to keep her with me and away from that bald piece of shit, that’s a cause certainly worth dying for,” he said.

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."