Danger Days Characters Novels & Stories

Underfoot, the ground shook just slightly. Roots burst out from the ground, encircling Callum and Rovin's legs. Surprised, they cried out and struggled to break free. "Now!" Darrel shouted. He and Marcus leaped forward, rapidly subduing the trapped men. Hardin and Kira moved in to help. I turned to praise Darcy, but the words stopped in my throat. She was pallid, swaying on her feet. "Darcy?" I said. She stared at me, her eyes unfocused. "Mom, I don't feel so great..." She collapsed next. I caught her, panic rising. "Darrel!" I called. "Something's wrong with Darcy!"

I couldn’t bear hearing his report over the phone, but I dared not to miss anything either. The walk from Ava’s ward to the emergency building was the longest hell I had to go through, and I would rather die a thousand times just to turn back time. “Where is she?!” I demand Miller the moment I get there, only to notice that he isn’t the only one waiting by the emergency room. Lilith Grey, Aurora Dawson. All made it before I did. Even... Damian Vanderbilt. The girls hus together, trying to comfort each other. The man sits there on the bench with a sullen look, spouting out a dark aura. He stands up and charges at me the moment he sees me.

It was a full blown war between an armed mercenary group which Ivan had hired, and the mercenary group which Mr Bianchi had hired. _ _ _ Vincent can finally confirm the dreadful feeling he'd been getting since he approached the club. Everyone was running for their lives. He was running too, but not without letting his gaze wander, searching for his friends. When he sighted Jenna, he sighted Alex. Jenna was shaking a motionless Alex with tears streaming down her face. When she saw him, her tears increased. “I… carry him. Panic attack...” She managed to say. Vincent inhaled deeply before carrying Alex in his arms and rushing after the people who were flooding out of the bar, Jenna in tow.

She was lying on wet ground for more than two hour, her eyes were busy scanning that place for her way of escape that when rusty green colored metal door of room opened and with gush of cold dreadful wind walked in three man, three disgusting looking tall and bulky man. All three of them were wearing nothing but just their old worn out pair of trousers, their huge, hairy, sweat covered pale body was visible to my eyes, each one of them was carrying a ‘Hockey bat’ in their hand, however the most fearful feature of them was their smile, their evil smile that was scaring me to my core, she already knew she was in danger but she wasn’t aware of fact how badly those three were willing to break he

"I don't care Diana, and I don't want to know what happened behind the scene, I am not coming out of this room until I figure out what to do", Ding shouted. "You must be joking right? What will you tell your friends and family, who are waiting for you at the restaurant?" Diana asked. "Cook up a story, and tell them, as I said earlier, I ain't leaving here until I figure out what to do". Diana walked back to the living room, picked up her phone, and called Dean, who was Ding's best friend. "Ding won't be attending his birthday celebration, you all can start eating and drinking when you are all done, you can leave, please inform the rest", she hung up immediately not waiting to hear what D

It was so hard to reconcile that reality with the breathtaking view outside her window. “Another ten minutes or so,” Gage announced from behind the wheel. She was in the back sandwiched between Ellis and Dunphy—or Blake and Sean, as they’d told her to call them. She’d met them for the first time that morning when Gage had come to get her just before three. On the way here they’d stopped outside of Saidu Sharif to pick up the interpreter, Zaid. The late twenty- something Pakistani sat in the front passenger seat beside Gage, speaking only when spoken to and with the trace of a British accent. All the men were dressed in camouflage gear and ready for business. The silence inside the vehicle di

Haha. (Didn't expect my contract boyfriend to be so dangerous. Greg, wait for me dear) ***

We turned. A man descended slowly—barefoot, dressed in a grey tank and matching joggers that hung loose on his lean frame. His hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. His face was mature, but too smooth—like he lived in some eternal twilight between thirty and forty. Pretty-boy type. Polished. Dangerous. I hated him on sight. “If we’d barged in,” I said coldly, “you’d have felt it. Trust me.” Diego stepped in, voice even. “We knocked. The door opened.”

Even just to move her mouth or open her eyes Bella felt inadequate. She really felt that she was on the verge of life and death now. #Hello. Thank you for reading Dangerous Man until recently. If you wish, please give a review of this story. This will really help me to be better in the future. Thank you♥️