Novel & Cerita Danger Days By My Chemical Romance

*** Kai and I chatted for a while, our conversation winding from Dante to the gala to our upcoming holiday plans until he received an urgent email and excused himself to answer it. While he typed on his phone, I scanned the room, breathless from alcohol and the electric buzz in the air. My distracted survey stopped on a pair of cool dark eyes, and the breath stalled in my lungs. Dante watched me, his face unreadable, but heat flickered beneath his stony stare. He appeared to be completely ignoring Dominic. The seconds stretched into a long thrum of tension. Tiny sparks ignited all over my body, and my heart fluttered with a wild rhythm I was sure couldn’t be healthy.

I'd played this game too many times. I fumbled again, and this time, a click echoed, amplified by the frantic beat of my heart. "Mona! Open this damn door!" His voice, thick with liquor and rage, vibrated through the thin wood. I didn't dare answer. Maybe by morning, he'd have forgotten the details, or at least be too hungover to care. But for now, I was getting out of here! I yanked the window open and peered outside. It was daytime, making everything visible, but no less terrifying. It was a long drop, and the thought of landing awkwardly, possibly breaking my neck, sent a wave of nausea through me. I wasn't ready to die yet.

"Oh, damn!" Aly buzzed a laugh into my neck at my exclamation, which almost made me go off right then. I didn't hold out much longer really, as the combination of Aly's gentle lips and delicate fingers had me over the moon. I came and came as over an hour of constant arousal burst forth into a massive orgasm. That left me dizzy, but reality snapped back as Aly cleaned her fingers with her mouth. Damn, that was sexy.

“I needed space.” “From me?” “No. From what I want to do to you.” His words were blunt. Raw. And they hit me right in the stomach. I backed up, but he followed. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” I said, my voice trembling. “So are you.” His hand came up, fingers grazing the strap of my gown. “And we both know who’s going to win.” My breath caught as he traced the edge of my shoulder. I hated how easily my body responded to him. How quickly I became pliant under his touch, even when my mind was screaming at me to fight.

"And that makes you sad now?" "What makes me sad is how little happiness or peace I get. At work, here at the house, with you, the thing with your family. When I find something to be happy about, I am immediately slapped down with problem after problem. I just..." she kissed his hand. "It just gets exhausting." "I guess the rumours haven't dwindled fast enough for our tastes." "Your dad did a good job, but the damage was done the minute the prints went out. He can stop the magazines, but he can't stop the people from talking. Now, as well as a golddigger, I am also about to be painted as a cheater."

“I am not telling Alexander anything, if that is what you are worried about. I don’t tell him about most things you do, he appointed me to be your shadow. Most times I come into town without anyone knowing, I see you and your boyfriend by the docks. I am happy for you really” The last words made Mae to scrunch her face in disbelief. “Happy for me?” She asked with every distrust in her seeping into her voice. Damian smiled and nodded. “How are you happy for me?” Mae asked him, looking at him suspiciously. Damian smiled. “I lost my sister to mafia men”, he started with a sigh. Mae looked at him with her mouth opened in an “oh” expression. “Yeah, she was just like you. Young and happy, filled w

he says and I feel my blood flow slowing down with his every word. Some murmuring can be heard in the background, then he speaks again. "Sorry, fuck, I'll be kind and nice. Okay, so here it goes. Um. Not many of you know me, and those of you who do, know that I'm a real pain in the ass. I agree with it, because I know it's true. I've actually never met anyone who was a worse person than myself. I wouldn't be telling you any of this, if there wasn't a girl somewhere between you. The girl with dark hair and bright blue eyes, next to the tie section in the Dolce Gabbana shop, the gorgeous one. You probably notice her, she's really beautiful. Okay, you dick in the black shirt stop with the fucki

Jasper drove into his compound parked at a corner and stepped out of his car , immediately Darell saw he was limping he ran up to him but Jasper held up his hand immediately, he stopped in his tracks and walked back to his position immediately. He kept on limping slowly and painfully as he walked towards the entrance, he brought out his key from his pocket and tried to open the door but the door wasn't opening. He tried again , this time really frustrated but it still wasn't opening, angrily he began banging on the door. After some minutes the door opened and Belle appeared , "Oh my God, what happened?!" She gasped immediately she saw his terribly bleeding leg. "Why did you double lock the d

There was nothing left to say, not with the body cooling on the ground and the same unanswered question hanging in the air it always did after encounters like this one: *who is he, really? --- Across the city, in a part of it that couldn't have felt further removed from abandoned factories and electric chairs, the night pulsed with music and neon light. The club shimmered in shades of violet and pink, glass railings catching the glow of a hundred shifting lights as bodies moved and laughter spilled out over the bass. "*drags Van*" Lance Ivory tugged his best friend along by the sleeve, grinning. "Come on, it'll be fun." "*getting dragged* Are you sure?" Van asked, clearly less convinced.

"That's quite exhausting, isn't it? Knowing too well that everything could go wrong just at the slightest wrong move." Chen's jaw became stiff, but he didn't move. "Be careful with words, Mr. Hartford." "Nah. I kind of like danger," I replied softly. " The sort that had the power to make your heart race a million times. That makes one feel so...alive." This made him narrow his eyes suspiciously, and at same time, intrigued. "You said alive, huh?" "Don't you feel that too?" I asked, releasing a little tears in my gaze. "Or do you in anyway only feel alive when everyone thinks you're untouchable?"