Danger Days Characters Novels & Stories

As soon as we got there, Gia and I could change the girls, and then we could fire up the barbecue. “No, baby,” Gia explained things to our son. “Not all of them. There are good and bad people everywhere, just as there are good and bad shifters.” “Why would they want to hurt us, Ma?” he pressed further. A flash of panic crossed Gia’s face, and I mirrored the same reaction. “How do you know about that, Fireball?” I asked, glancing down at him. Blaze shrugged as he walked; he picked a stick off the ground and was using it to whack the long grass at the edge of the trail.

It was faint to my hears but I could make out the fact that it was from a young woman. "Common , I can't just get caught for taking a neighbor who fainted at my door to the hospital" "And then what? They request for you to call her guardian and then you explain how else you know her except meeting her in her parent's home, Dwyer , you're putting you both in danger for crying out loud!" The person known as Alice seemed to be at her wits end as she talked. Danger? What danger? I wanted to stand and ask but my weak body protested

Dana pointed a finger at her. "See? That's dangerous." Mara laughed for the first time all evening. A real laugh. When it faded, she looked down into her glass. "I'll be careful," she said. Dana believed her. She also knew that sometimes the most dangerous people weren't the ones who chased your heart. They were the ones who quietly earned their way back into it. And that frightened her far more than anything Damien Cross had done so far.

I might not have known this voice but my body went cold, like I was about to lose something very important to me. Keal stirred violently. our mate is in danger. With that word, I bolt to the opposite room across mine, before I enter, Gray was already opening the door panic etched across his face. he was fine, which mate of mine is in danger and who was that girl. “My friends are in danger,” he cried. “Please can you take them out of the dungeon?” Gray cried. “How do you know that they are in danger? I asked. “I can feel it.” he replied.

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.

In that moment, her body froze at the sudden closeness of their faces. The cold breeze made Jasmine shiver, but slowly, a warmth began to tingle on her skin, becoming perfect as Mr. Hawthorne kissed her lips, slowly and softly. Jasmine couldn’t pull away, even though doubt lingered in her heart. She realized that even before hearing Mr. Harper’s words, she already knew that Mr. Hawthorne was a dangerous man. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the accidents that befell her tormentors, and she had to accept the fact that she was still in love with Mr. Hawthorne, who harbored a dark side.

He looked scared and was trembling with fear. “Calm down, they can’t do anything to us.” One of the three guys said as he groaned. He spits out blood after being beaten so much but still, there was no sign of fear. He had blonde hair which was now filled with sand yet his brown eyes still reflected fire that was burning in front of them just like in his heart. His dark skin was bruised all over and covered in dirt from the warehouse. His name was George and he worked for XX agency, he was the oldest among the three of them “You still won’t give in, huh?” One of the bulky men said as he kicked him in the stomach making him groan with pain.

They are going to take me away somewhere, and being that I know nothing about this place, I'm going to be in danger of never finding my way back to him. Anger overtakes me, as I continue to struggle, feet dragged through the snow, glaring at Senna and Castiel and all the people standing behind them, working with them. I want them all dead. I don't care who they are or what they want with me, I want them dead. All of a sudden, they burst into flames.

"I know right?! I'm Jack and I'm actually gay." 5 "Haha, Hi Jack, I'm Anastasia, I'm straight but don't worry I'm an anti-homophobe," 17 "I'm glad to hear that here is my number. I would like to hang some time 'cause you seem pretty cool but, I have to go, my boyfriend is waiting for me. Also, there is a guy in the corner of this room shooting daggers towards me. I think he is your boyfriend, anyways call me girl!" Jack says as he gets off the barstool

Deep with her stomach, she hoped they’d crumble. Glancing around the carriage, bare aside from a few train benches that had been toppled over, she sighed, sinking down onto the cool, dirt floor. People had warned her about Jon. He was so damn dangerous. If only they’d warned her about the petite blonde who she’d considered a friend. Tears welled in her eyes and she squeezed them closed, trying desperately to imagine Jon beside her now.