Dangerous Damsels Series Novels & Stories

And Gage hoped like hell his friend and Khalia found a way. With a nod he turned to Ellis and Dunphy. “Grab your weapons and med kits. We’ll get in position and each take an exit so we’re ready for them when they come out.” Up on the fifth floor Hunter burst through the hotel room’s door into the hallway— And crawled straight into hell. Through the artificial darkness cast by the choking smoke he could just make out the orange glow of flames at the end of the hallway to the left. The sights, sounds and smells instantly transported him back to that burning ministry building in Quetta.

It meant we needed to be careful, so we didn't stand out. "Would you like to have company in your room? Mr Phelps?" The receptionist smiled at me. " We have beautiful unmated people from Dome, Woodclaw Island. We also have some of our indigenes here if that is what you would prefer," she asked. A woman from Dome might know who Luis Moon is. Dome residents could not afford the trip. She must have saved a lot to get here. She will help me if I offer her money.

Lena screamed and buried her face in Elias’s chest. Alexander tightened his grip on Elias’s shoulder. Elias landed with a hard slam inside the emergency shaft— just as the entire lower level of the stronghold collapsed beneath them in fire. Sable appeared a moment later, climbing through the wreckage like a shadow. They had survived. But as alarms shifted into a deeper siren— Sable whispered: “We’re not safe yet.”

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.

The door closed shut and the lighted candles got brighter. “A few of our spies discovered a demon energy at the southern city,” the high priestess announced. “And you all know the rules. What are they?” “Slay all demons! Have no mercy! Banish the evil from our sights!” We blurted. “Good,” she said calmly, and took a step down the podium. “We can't let them live. Which is why I will be sending one of you to the southern city.” The other women and I turned to look at each other. No one wanted that. It was filled with wolves and dark witches.

Dimitri reached Douglas’s door first and twisted the handle. Locked. “Damn it,” he muttered. I took three steps back. Then I lifted my boot and drove it into the door with everything I had. The frame splintered. The door burst open. Six women came flying out like frightened birds, from one side of the suite, heels clattering against the floor, mascara streaked down their cheeks as they ran past us screaming. But my attention locked on the room beyond them. Me and Dimitri charged further until we stumbled on both of them.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

“Have some rest. You can talk with Damien tomorrow.” The next day as she said, I found crutches near to my bedside as I stood up and grabbed them. Stabilizing myself a little, I walked out from the room. The long hallway welcomed me and I walked further near the glass railing. The entire house screams nothing else but luxury and money. Who was this Damien actually?

She annihilated dozens of males whom she thought deserved such punishment. Damian's father, Damascus, who Matilda thought of as only a human, was her recent husband who she accidentally killed with her ability. After such an incident, Damascus faked his death and left the village, leaving his wealth and his castle in the moor, to whom he had sworn to serve. "...But your father was sick and exhausted of immortal life, so he went here in Daisy Valley and married my sister," Elfar added and took a pot of tea and offered some of his herbal tea to Damian as he continued his tale.

I hesitated, then muttered, "Damien." Dorian’s entire body went rigid. His grip on the counter tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Serena, you need to stay away from them. Both of them." I frowned. "Dorian—" "They’re dangerous," he interrupted, his voice hard. "Damien and Rhett. You don’t know what they’re capable of." ****** I was just finishing up my duties that afternoon when a knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. One of the maids, a young girl named Mira, peeked in, looking hesitant.