Danger Days By My Chemical Romance Novels & Stories

One calm W******p message agreeing to meet them at his parents’ house in an hour. An hour. Plenty of time to panic. Not enough time to flee the country. All this because of a few photos on the internet. Fine — not flattering photos. Borderline undignified. Damion’s hand unmistakably under my dress, his mouth devouring mine like he’s forgotten oxygen exists, me … melted into him with my hand parked a little too close to places the press finds scandalous. But it’s not p**n. It’s chemistry. It’s human.

] [Compatibility: dangerous. Dangerous was not the word I wanted. Every candle in the temple turned blue.

"I don't care if the room vanishes. As long as I am inside you, I am real. Tell me you feel me, Ivy. Tell me you're mine before the world resets." The encounter was explicit, raw, and overwhelmingly intense—a dark romance played out in the eye of a digital hurricane. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that felt like he was trying to fuse their very atoms together. He was sadistic in his focus, his hands bruising her hips, his teeth grazing her pulse point with a territorial hunger.

Dangerous Rendezvous Damian’s POV The message stayed up on my screen for a long time after I read it. "Meet me tomorrow at 10 PM. Level 3 of the parking garage. Come by yourself." Seven letters word. That was all it took to get me down. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. Fear weighed heavily on me and made it hard to breathe. I knew I couldn't ignore it. My mouth had gone dry. The skin on my hands was wet. I couldn't move on my bed. The bright white light of the text bubble made me feel like someone was holding a gun to my head.

I thought the words and as if he heard me, he hummed softly, then kissed my neck, shoulder, then arm while his hands stroked my stomach softly. I rested my head against his chest, closing my eyes, and for once my head was blank. There was not a single thought there. It was as if the switch was off. I don’t know anything about this man; he himself warned me that he wasn’t good. I have seen him almost kill someone for just trying to try his luck with me. I am now sure that he was the same thing I have been trying to forget and run away from. But right at this moment, I felt safe, it was a peaceful moment.

My voice cracked. His low hum vibrated against me, sending shockwaves through my body. He didn't stop. He drove me higher, licking, sucking, pressing until I shattered with a cry, my whole body trembling under his mouth. I fell back against the sheets, breathless, dazed. And when he lifted his head, his eyes were dark, hungry, and fixed on me. I knew this was dangerous. Wrong. But in that moment, all I wanted was more. His gaze didn't waver, dark and consuming, like he was trying to memorize every inch of me. My chest still rose and fell sharply, but the way he looked at me made it impossible to catch a steady breath.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

I laughed. “It looks like those photos of the milky way.” “In a good or bad way.” “In a way you could get lost staring into your eyes.” “Very romantic.” I smiled and leaned back in the seat. Danger was quiet as he drove the rest of the way. He stopped, pulling into what seemed like a parking garage. Getting out, he opened the door for me and I jumped out. Following him to the elevator, he closed the gate and was waited as it rose up. It got to a floor and Danger pressed his finger on a thumb print scanner that popped out. He entered a code and the door opened. Loud electronic music was playing and I smelled week old pizza and socks that were dirtier than a week. I wrinkled my nose for a seco