Danger Days By My Chemical Romance Novels & Stories

Three days at full dose, maybe four if I was careful about spacing. Through the wall I could hear Chloe two doors down, her music on, drawers opening and closing and downstairs the low murmur of Rafael on another call, that commanding, unhurried voice that my body had apparently decided to track from any distance in any room without being asked. Chloe was leaving tomorrow morning. Rafael was leaving Thursday night. The heat window was three days, four at most. I'd managed it before on suppressants. I'd use cold showers, water, keeping busy, staying out of my own head. I could handle it.

I needed them to do more, and as much as I wanted to get in that boot also, I needed someone stronger than the elderly man. Frustrated, I stepped out. The cooler air outside the room hitting my face. “Smells less of sex out here,” I grumbled, returning back to the lounge. By the time I got back out there, it was the same. No one seemed strong enough. Or maybe heated enough. They were all just so…so…so in love or drawn to each other! Too familiar. Couldn’t there just be someone here for just sex and not chemistry?? I didn’t want to get to know anybody, I just needed someone to match my freak! Match the energy from those damned dreams!

The danger didn't deter them; it only fueled the fire. Rusty leaned down, his lips finding hers in the dark. The kiss began with a gentle, reassuring warmth, but quickly deepened into something fierce and hungry. It was a desperate affirmation of life, a rebellion against the constraints of their world, and a profound declaration of a love they both knew was becoming increasingly dangerous. Their bodies moved together once more, seeking solace in each other, drowning out the distant roll of thunder that shook the estates heavy glass windows. Back in the cathedral study, Dominic Vermont walked over to his desk. He extinguished the single candle burning on the corner, plunging the room into th

It couldn’t drown out the ache building in her chest — the longing she didn’t understand. When the alarm on her phone went off suddenly from the bedroom, she jumped, gasping, like she’d been caught in a crime. She turned off the shower quickly, wrapped herself in a towel, and stared at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed. “Get a grip, Elena,” she whispered to herself. “You’re engaged. You’re supposed to love Raphael.” But the words didn’t sound convincing. --- That night, the pull became too strong to ignore. Elena found herself standing in front of Vixen, Scarlett’s club — The neon lights painted her face in shades of red and purple. The thump of bass from inside vibrated through the pa

I saw the lopsided grin of Dayna’s boyfriend Hiro, leaning over. “How are you here?” I tried to sit up, shuffling the blankets from beneath me. “Well, uhm…” her eyes darted to Hiro who shrugged, “Your boss?” “What?” I almost flung myself from the bed frame had I not been eased back down by Dayna. “Easy there, Dee, stop being dramatic. I’m your emergency contact you were in an emergency so he called me.” I felt a wilted sickness in the base of my throat. “But you’re your supposed to be home, in Malaysia, you’re-“

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

A sassy woman says with a smug expression. The elevator chimes and its doors open to the ground floor. Rain splutters on the glass walls of the Viva Foods Company. Among the busy employees of the company is Catherine, Melissa and Louis. Francis sees his mother-in-law, wife and business partner and he feels his heart sink into his stomach. He can clearly see the disappointment etched on their pale faces.

"I think that choice has to be mine, Mr. Killian. Certainly any woman with a brain who's been involved with Gabriel Peralta for more than eighteen months knows he doesn't work as an accountant or a salesman. I could have shut the door on this any time. So please don't discuss me as if I weren't here." She thought she saw a smile tugging one corner of the man's mouth but it was gone so quickly she wondered if she was mistaken. Daniel Killian didn't seem like the type of man who smiled very much. He lifted his mug to his mouth, disguising any reaction by taking a long swallow of coffee. "Fine. Those are things we can discuss after we get this current situation under control. I just wanted you

, he said with every ounce of male possessiveness he felt. Common sense began seeping into Dianne’s mind as the sexual daze she was in slipped away, she blinked as rationality enveloped her, this was bad. Lucien felt the moment she tensed around him, oh no, she won’t, he bloody hell wouldn’t give her the chance to regret what happened to be the best night of her life. What had she done. Dianne wanted to burrow into the covers in shame. “I think it’s a little too late for that”, she slept with her father’s murderer and worse she enjoyed it, she struggled to pick up what was left of her once solid reserve and said blandly.

The hit was strong and it made him step back. He groaned in pain as he grabbed his head. There was a buzzing sound in his ears cause of how badly she had hit him. He looked up at her and saw her smiling. That smile was dark and dangerous. It sent chills down his spine cause it screamed that she wasn’t afraid of him and she could kill him any moment. He stepped back a little as he saw that cause he was scared of her. He feared that if he did anything further he might end up getting the same treatment back cause he could clearly see his death in her eyes.