Danger Room Novels & Stories

They quickly covered my mouth and dragged me into the wooded area. I wasn't wearing much in the first place, and these men kept groping me under my clothes. I was overwhelmed with panic. Was I about to be raped? The men held me down on a mat they had laid out and began greedily taking in my scent. I screamed frantically, "Help! Someone help me!" The leader had a scar running across his face. He looked terrifying. He covered my mouth with one hand and signaled for me to be quiet. "Don't make a sound. We're here to help you."

The SUV screeched to a stop outside the hospital entrance. Damian didn’t even bother with the parking lot. He left the car running, doors wide open, and we sprinted through the automatic doors like the building was already on fire. Security tried to stop us at the elevator. Damian didn’t slow down. He flashed his ID and growled, “My family is in danger. Move.” They stepped aside.

Dangerous Rendezvous Damian’s POV The message stayed up on my screen for a long time after I read it. "Meet me tomorrow at 10 PM. Level 3 of the parking garage. Come by yourself." Seven letters word. That was all it took to get me down. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. Fear weighed heavily on me and made it hard to breathe. I knew I couldn't ignore it. My mouth had gone dry. The skin on my hands was wet. I couldn't move on my bed. The bright white light of the text bubble made me feel like someone was holding a gun to my head.

57. Black Shades And Grey. Whatever Arrow expected, it was not this club in front of him. He rubbed his neck and groaned. A fourteen hour drive from New York only to find a night club at address 255-769-02? "What's the use of keeping a night club coded on your phone? That Dizon Fortaleza was a psycho," beside him, one of his men said, also disappointed. A warehouse or safehouse maybe. Probably some other significant building but certainly not a club.

city slept under a blanket of darkness, unaware of the storm brewing in the lives of those who moved through the night. Inside the safe house, Damian and Amaya were on edge, every creak of the floorboards and whisper of wind setting their nerves taut. Nancy was relentless, unpredictable, and now, with the hidden ally feeding them intel, the game had shifted—but danger still lurked in every shadow.

"You're baseline human against enhanced operative. Move aside or I'll move you." "Over my dead body," Aunty Dora replied, and I'd never heard her sound more dangerous. "That can be arranged." Outside, Damian was struggling to recover from consciousness attack, crawling toward the house despite being unable to stand. Marcus was engaging remaining Purists, trying to break through to reach the safe room but pinned down by concentrated fire. And backup was thirty seconds away. Thirty seconds that would determine whether rehabilitation work I'd refused to abandon would cost me my daughter. Thirty seconds during which everything hung in balance.

“Clara, you don’t understand the risks-” “No,” I cut in, fire rising. “I do understand. I spent months being hounded by the media, then nearly poisoned, then chased, then kidnapped by my own biology. So, yes, I know what danger looks like. That guy? Adrian? Not danger. Just… charming.” The silence thickened. Their wolves didn’t like that word. Damon’s jaw ticked. “Charming how?” I stared at him. “Oh for f- Do you want me to fill out a formal report? Should I submit a questionnaire?

"You had a choice. You just didn't like the options." Damien moved to a tablet on the coffee table, his fingers swiping through what looked like security feeds before he set it aside. He studied my face for a long moment. "Your life is in danger." Ice formed in the pit of my stomach. "What?" "Staying in your old apartment would have gotten you killed." I blinked, the words hitting me like cold water. "Killed? No. You said someone was going to die. You didn’t say that someone was me.”

"The most fearless animal in the world. I'll take it." I blinked at how well he took it. Most people would not appreciate being compared to a honey badger. "To answer your earlier question, work has been...aggravating." Dante's cufflinks glinted in the light from a passing streetlamp. Silver, elegant, stamped with the letter "The deal l'm working on is a pain in the ass, but I'm flying to California on Tuesday to hopefully close it." "The Santeri deal?" l'd read about it in the news.

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.