Danger Days Characters Novels & Stories

Dani said walking to my side, with her hands stretched out and passing me the phone, i stared at her briefly and she nudged me. ‘Don’t worry, just go talk to him.” she muttered with a small smile. With a sigh, i collected the device and moved away to the balcony. “This better be important.” ‘Yes, it is.” This time it wasn’t Robert, it was his father, Zachary. I turned to watch Dani who was expertly stirring the rest of the ingredients. She seemed to have it all under control. “What is it?” “You’re playing a very dangerous game with that woman Arthur-”

Everything had changed since that night, the fear, the danger, the strange, unexpected tenderness that had grown between us despite every reason it should not have. I thought about my father, still working through board meetings and legal consultations somewhere across the city, carrying his own version of this nightmare largely alone despite my attempts to include him in what I had learned. I thought about Wallace, recovering slowly in that hospital bed, carrying scars he never should have had to carry because of a car he happened to be driving on the wrong afternoon. I thought about Reyes, dead in an alley for choosing money over loyalty, and about the strange, twisting way danger had mana

” Let's eat, " Daniel said. He looked at Elsa and David in turn. Then they start eating with the menu they have ordered in advance. Jessica who was nauseous and did not want a taste for fatty foods. she chose a dessert menu filled with fruit to eat. “You're not eating this, Elsa?" David asked. There was a very delicious beef in front of them. But his sister didn't screw it up. Next to the steak was Elsa's favorite food, chicken satay. she didn't even glance at it at all. Unlike the usual when she immediately took the satay, the first food she took. Later, Jessica and David enjoyed eating on their plates. But Daniel who was not tasteful and immediately ended the dinnerquickly. He paused and l

Whatever alarm bells that information was setting off in her brain, Veronica blurted out without thinking, "stay away from him!" The odd expression on Evie's face made her realize how obscene her blunder sounded. "Uhm," she backtracked. "I mean, he looks like a playboy and you know I'm a good judge of character. I don't want you getting hurt because of him." In literal sense, Diego could hurt her. "I'm just worried, okay?" Meanwhile, Arnold sent a text with a picture to Ethan. [I got this from the airport.] In the picture, a woman with dark hair was alighting a plane. Beside her, was a child of about eight years old.

“Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.” I frowned at him in confusion, then at the nodding woman and I couldn’t get it. They are his friends how come they say that? “Aren’t you friends? If he was so bad, then why stay with him?” Cacilia laughed, making me blink

“He betrayed us. He sold out intel to a rival gang and nearly got my father killed. He’s lucky we didn’t bury him six feet under.” “Touching,” Graham said mockingly. “But you didn’t, did you? Because you had a soft spot. For me. And now? I’m returning the favor.” His gun lifted toward me. In an instant, Jillian stepped in front of me. “You’re not touching her.” Graham cocked the weapon. “One bullet. Just one. And this all ends.” Jillian’s voice dropped. “Do it. You’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”

“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

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I couldn't believe he remembered. "It went well. Buffy is thrilled." "Good." I suppressed a smile as I turned and stared out the window. The question about the Darlingtons made me oddly happy. Friday night Manhattan traffic was a nightmare, but eventually, we broke through the gridlock and pulled up to a pair of giant black iron gates flanked by stone guardhouses. Dante flashed his chip-embedded invitation and membership card at one of the stoic-faced guards. The guard typed something on his computer, and a full thirty seconds passed before the gates slid open with a smooth electronic whir.

“In front of everyone. You don’t understand how that looked.” There was a pause, then his tone softened, dark velvet. “You don’t understand the kind of enemies I have, Amara. Leaving like that… it puts you in danger.” Her throat tightened. The danger part wasn’t new but the way he said it was. Like it wasn’t a threat, but a warning. “Dante—” “Lock your doors,” he interrupted quietly. “And don’t trust anyone tonight.” The line went dead. She stared at her phone, pulse hammering.