Danger Force Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Why did he have to do all that." "Relax, Jane." She pats my back. "You shouldn't be crying over that asshole. You deserve someone better. Someone who will treat you right and make you feel worth keeping and fighting for." She brushes my hair. "I didn't expect this but it happened and there is nothing to be done about it. So, gather yourself." "It's more than just cheating, Clara. Collins strive for money has made him go mad." I sit up. "I mean. Collins is giving me out to some stranger in exchange for money."

I asked coldly. "I came here to warn you." She said arrogantly. "You will get hurt, little girl. Daniel doesn't love you. When he gets bored with you, he will throw you away like a dirty sock. Even your little bastard will not help you to keep him by your side." She said and gave me a sarcastic smirk. I clenched my fist. "Don't dare to call my baby a bastard!" I snapped. She gave me a mocking smirk. "Why? Isn't he a bastard?!"

I kept hitting him insanely until Daniel back was slammed hard against mirror wall ‘CRACK..... CRACK... Clankxxxx........... CRACK......’ entire wall mirror got shattered into sharp piercing piece Daniel entire face by now had turned into deeper shade or purple and blue, thin streams of blood was oozing out from his forehead , hands and neck... however my anger was not calmed, I was here with intent to kill this motherfucker.... As Daniel struggled to stand up on his feet’s I mercilessly pulled him up by his collars and roughly pushed him down in front of my stepmother, by witnessing the fearful look in her eyes I could tell she herself was scared to death....

I groan out loud and cover my head with my arms. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't think about her. Don't you fucking dare think about her, you fucking dick. Visions of dark hair and blue eyes fill my mind for a horrible second, and it's like my subconcious smirks at me, saying too late. Pain fills me, every fucking cell of my body, and this isn't the good type of pain, no. This is the overwhelming, excruciating type of pain in me and I can't stop it, I can't, I can't, I can't, fuck. I stumble backwards, making my chair fall over and try to get the fuck out of there before I lash out on something.

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I can't let my beauty go to waste. There was no immediate reply, and Lance could easily imagine Van rolling his eyes on the other end of the line. *so, have you seen uncle?* Lance asked, deciding to press his luck. *yes.* *he looks like him, aunt said.* *OMG* — the response came fast this time, practically vibrating with energy — *gets up* HE MUST BE REALLY HANDSOME. Lance sent back a flat, unimpressed emoji, entirely done with his friend's antics. Then, unable to resist, he typed in all capitals just to watch the chaos unfold: *VAN THAT'S YOUR BEST FRIEND'S FUTURE HUSBAND.*

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

But he kept talking. Almost like he’d been holding this in for years. “There was another faction.” Thunder crashed outside. Nathaniel looked toward the door as footsteps echoed faintly from somewhere below. Then he said the one thing that made even Julian Mercer lose his composure. “They call themselves The Ghost Division.” For the first time all night— Julian looked afraid. FORT’S POV For the first time since Julian Mercer walked into this mansion, he looked genuinely unsettled. Not nervous. Not cautious. Afraid.

Maera “Alright girls, it's time to leave,” I said, which they paid no attention to. I would have to do something crazy to get them to leave. I scooped up a bucket of water and splashed it at them, forcing them to react immediately. “How dare you pour water on us,” one of the girls riled up. “You're just a maid and nothing more,” another added. “We are the Lycan's consorts, and you are nothing.”

It was like experiencing an unending terror, a constant fear of the unknown. I stood frozen as he lunged toward me, his sharp claws digging into my hips. Shocked, I felt the pain as his claws drew blood, pulling me closer to him. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my breathing quickened. I tried desperately to push against his chest, hoping to break free, but my strength failed me. I was overwhelmed, powerless against his force. This was Darius. The same Darius who physically harms women, engages in inappropriate behavior with his best friend, and expresses unwanted affection towards me.