Dangerous Animal Book Novels & Stories

Even though they were living with the Aaron’s, his mother would still go out for a jig or two sometimes. She claimed that she couldn’t be indoors all day doing nothing, she loved the thrill of danger. It kept her alive but could also take her life, now something more dangerous has happened and he was uncertain about her safety. Wether she would make it out of this danger or if the danger would take her away from him. Noah looked over at Sam again and saw that she had abandoned her meal and was dozing off, he looked back and saw that Liam was still strapped on tightly and was still sleeping soundly.

8:00 pm .... Jasper walked into his study and pulled out his murder board, he opened his drawer and took out a sticky note and marker. On the board an unknown picture with question mark on it was placed in the middle with inscription assassin under , then pictures of her victims were placed all around it with threads connecting them. He wasn't really concerned with victims that had been killed before he came here , but his investigations was going to be centered around the two incident that happened when he got here.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

As I stepped into the hallway, my legs felt like jelly, but I kept moving, each step taking me farther from the den of vipers—and closer to the secrets I needed to uncover. _________ The first thing I did when I got back to my apartment was lock the door and double-check the windows. My hands were still shaking, and every shadow felt like it was moving, like someone was watching me. I leaned against the door, exhaling sharply, and pressed a hand to my forehead. I’d barely escaped the Esposito mansion, but the memory of Alessandro’s piercing green eyes lingered, burning into my thoughts. He was dangerous, too dangerous. Yet there had been something else—a flicker of intrigue, of something I c

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

"We don't discriminate in this business after all." "I prefer silence," the voice stated flatly, and the smile withered on Tim's face. He shuffled back, closer to the door, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. What had he said to anger this boss? A subtle hand gesture from the chair. From the corner of Tim's eye, a shadow detached itself from the wall, elongating, solidifying, and then stalking toward him. Tim's blood ran cold. He would have bolted, convinced it was some dark sorcery, had the shape not become terrifyingly clear. It was a man, a goliath whose arms seemed capable of crushing a skull like an eggshell. Had scientists started splicing human and gorilla DNA? Tim wondered, a

then they dragged the animals, attaching the ropes to the bookcase near the entrance. Then each of those creatures started pulling the strings, when they saw that they dragged the shelves knocking the books down, the lion fire was spreading through the shelves, setting them on fire, every one of the books, incinerating, there was nothing left along the way. They ran without stopping, wild through the corridors, when the beasts chased them roaring, when they began to gnaw the ropes, chasing them, while a huge monster like a chimera, appearing between the shelves, destroying the building and the books in pursuit.

She walked in to the bathroom and searched through a few cabins before she saw the first aid kit. She walked back in to the room and squat in front of him mostly between his legs as she placed the kit on the floor. He watched her sadly cause still he had no words. He had already said what he felt to her, he didn't want her to leave him. She held his hand and felt a few electric sparks fall out on his touch. Her beautiful eyes locked with his blue sad ones and then the questions he had been trying to avoid all night came running back Was he ready to let another girl in to the world's of his danger?

They sniffed on smelling the blood coming from the wound on thighs making them stop and turn their heads to look at me. My feet stopped As they made their was towards me my feet automatically started moving back. Next I know I was running back towards his territory for safety. P The pain on my wound intensified making me loose my footing and I landed face down on the muddy ground making me covered in blood and dirt. I turned around to see dangerous faces of those wolfes centimetres away from me. Sobs broke down from my lips making me regret my decision. They were sniffing me ready to pierce my skin with their razor sharp canines.

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos