Danger Days By My Chemical Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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

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?"

He growls, his large hands skim across my sex. Before a moan of pleasure can escape my lips, Danger crushes his mouth against mine, stealing the sound of my pleasure and swallowing it for himself. “Give yourself to us, goddess. Let us fuck you before you have to wake up.” “Yes…” I whisper, unable to mutter anything more. “Hmm, that’s it, goddess… You will take Dangers’ cock so well, coming for him before you come for me next.” Dark growls as he nips at my thighs, making me wetter than I’ve ever been before.

CHAPTER 26: YOUR BEAUTIFUL, KIM KIMBERLY: “You're beautiful, Kim,” Damien whispered as he nibbled my earlobe with his tongue. By the time his lips found mine again, I was trembling. The second movie still played softly in the background—365 Days, a bold, sensual film about a mafia boss who gives a woman a year to fall in love with him. The movie has intense seduction, power play, and raw chemistry. I had chosen it as a second option after Damien complained that Perfect Strangers, the first movie I had chosen, didn't give him what he wanted.

My name was Lindsay Larson, and I had this addiction since I was a kid. Whenever the urge kicked in, I would feel unbearably uncomfortable all over. Ever since I started college, it became harder to endure. Every day, I found myself wanting to hook up with different guys. As time went by, my condition only worsened. It began to seriously affect my daily life. One day, my best friend, Gabby Kemp, brought her boyfriend over to my place. As soon as I saw his flawless face, I immediately lost control. I could only press my legs tightly together to suppress the unbearable sensation.

Chapter 2: Whispers in the Rain The weight of Damien’s hand on my hip anchored me to the velvet chaise, his fingers pressing with just enough pressure to send waves of heat radiating through my body. The gallery had become our private sanctuary, the steady rhythm of rain against the windows like a lover’s breath, urging us deeper into this dangerous dance. My mind spun with warnings— I barely knew this man, yet every cell in my body screamed to trust the fire he ignited. My full breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath the thin black dress, nipples aching for attention I hadn’t allowed myself in far too long.

Every sound—the whisper of the wind, the creak of the floor—was amplified in the silence, a reminder that danger was near. Ethan appeared at her window once more, a silent shadow of reassurance. “Every day, the noose tightens,” he said softly. “We cannot falter, not once. And yet…” His eyes met hers, fierce and unwavering. “When the time comes… we fight. Together.” Olivia nodded, heart hammering. She could feel the snare closing, the rising tension between survival, desire, and the danger surrounding them. Every glance, every fleeting touch, brought them closer to disaster.