Danger Force Novelas e Histórias

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....

*Bang* Daggers were never meant to face axes in direct confrontations, especially an axe as large as Vital Orange’s. Mane’s strength was insane. He mustered the power of Edict in his right arm, and held the huge axe with only that arm. He brought it crashing down with power that was beyond Vital Orange’s. Feeling the sweeping wind that threatened to flatten him, Black Hand’s expression grew grave. He pushed his concentration to its peak, and watched as the huge axe menacingly moved to claim his head. He lightly swiveled and managed to get his body out of the way, yet the wind that the axe brought forth knocked him back a few feet.

The weight of that settled differently. Not permanent surrender. Not irreversible loss. But not harmless either. “They keep the power,” I said quietly. “Yes.” “They keep the connection.” “Yes.” “But I can still close the door.” She nodded once. “You can force them out.” The word echoed. Force. Not gentle. Not optional. Final. I frowned slightly. “Then what makes it dangerous?” Her expression didn’t change. “The fragment remains.” The clearing dimmed again. “If you grant someone access to the void, even if you banish them…”

Luca shook his head again. "I marry his daughter, and he'll keep the evidence to himself. If | don't, he'll send the photos to Romano, and you'll die," I had an excellent private security force. They were well-trained, professional, and morally flexible enough to deal with intruders in a way that dissuaded future intruders from crossing me. However, there was a difference between security and punishment and war with the fucking mafia. Luca's eyes widened. "Shit." He rubbed a hand over his face. "Dante, I–"

Not rough but firm enough to pull her against my body until I was invading every inch of her personal space. Her eyes widened as she thrashed against my hands, trying to pull away, but I didn't let go. “Let go of me, Liam.” “You don't get to walk away from this. And you definitely don't get to call it a mistake, baby girl.” “Don’t you ever call me that!” She spat, her eyes ablaze but that was the fascinating thing about this beautiful woman. She was even more stunning when she’s angry, more dangerous and it drove me crazy.

“They are ironclad. Any violation would result in severe penalties, litigation that would make their lives and the lives of their children a misery.” “Then someone was very desperate, or very well compensated,” I countered, a chilling smile playing on my lips. “Or, perhaps, they were coerced. Find out which. I want names. I want faces. And I wanted them yesterday.” I paused, letting the silence stretch, before adding, “One hour. That's all you have to deliver a name, a face, and a plan for recovery. Fail, and consider your careers at Wings conglomerate terminated. Now get out.”

It’s said the most dangerous people are the ones who have nothing left to lose, that welcomed death even. Being angry at the whole fucking world for taking everything from you, leaving you alone to watch the world around you as it carry’s on. Watching the people you once thought were the protectors, when in fact they were to blame for the empty hole that now sits heavy in your chest where once your heart sat.

she said anxiously and grabbed her glass of wine on the table. “We can point all of this to Ryan,” he said and she shook her head tremendously. “Don't even dare. He has a force guarding him at the moment and I'm afraid of him,” she said and gulped her wine. “Scared of Ryan? He's the only one whom everyone believes could do this,” he said. “And if he's eventually investigated, he might point to Danny and the boys, who will in turn point to us. We can't risk it,” she said, shaking her head in disagreement.

Not cautiously. Not carefully. Directly into the storm. “Darius, don’t—!” someone shouted. But he didn’t stop. He reached her. Grabbed her shoulders. Firm. Grounding. “Focus on me.” “I’m going to hurt you—!” “No, you’re not.” The certainty in his voice cut through the chaos. But the energy didn’t stop. It surged again— Violent. Dangerous. And this time— It hit him. The force pushed against him hard, his body tensing under the pressure.