Dangerous Fellows Characters Novels & Stories

“You made me look like a fool—and maybe that’s what I was. Maybe I wanted to believe in you so badly that I ignored everything else.” He took a step toward me. “Don’t,” I warned, my voice shaking. He stopped. Diego stood abruptly. “Allison, please,” he said softly. “You have to listen to everything he’s saying.” I turned on him, my eyes blazing. “You too?” I whispered. “I thought you were my friend, Diego. But you’re no different from him.” His face fell. “Deceivers,” I said. “Gangsters.” The word hit them both like a slap.

At least I know his name, Killian Shane! “Does it really matter? Is it different if he was someone else? But for your information I know that man, I have been to the club for many years so I know everything about him. That man is no good. He is a fucking dangerous man, Jemma; even criminals shuddered when he is mentioned. He is the demon of all demons around here. You should stay away from here and never see him again.” I cocked my head to the side and stared at my friend who since knowing here I have never seen he like this. She was really angry. She has fought a few times with people but she was always cutesy.

The other two slumped in their seats, their heads lolling and their blood hitting the floor in a steady drip, drip. Several of their limbs bent at unnatural angles. “You talk too much.” Brax spat out a mouthful of dark red liquid. Brax Miller. Ex-con with a mile-long rap sheet, balls of steel, and a brain the size of a walnut. I smiled, then hit him again. His head snapped back, and a pained groan filled the air. My bruised knuckles stung. The room jokingly dubbed the Holding Cell in my private security headquarters smelled like copper, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of fear.

"I'm just trying to figure out why women casually announce things like that." I folded my arms. "My point still stands." "And mine does too." "If your place isn't safe, then I'll leave." Damiano stopped laughing and looked at me as though I had just announced plans to swim with sharks. "And go where?" "I don't know." "Exactly." He moved toward the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and twisted the cap open. "Jax," he began before taking a sip, "you're involved with dangerous people. There's Charles, his brothers, Jackson, Nathalie and God knows who else. At this point, nowhere is completely safe."

Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power. It’s not your typical love story. This is a raw, filthy, and a consuming journey of desire, control, and chaos. If you’re ready for a story that will make you ache, rage, and crave more. Then, welcome to my world.

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

Outside the admin building after the meeting. His hand on my face. His lips pressed to my cheek. My eyes closed. My hand on his chest. The caption read: Ronan Whitmore officially off the market. Scholarship girl Scarlett Hayes locks down Westwood's most dangerous. How long before she becomes his next victim? Place your bets now. 🔥💀 The comments had exploded overnight. Twelve thousand likes. Three thousand comments. I scrolled. She's using him for money. Obvious. He's using her for revenge on someone. Also obvious.

“It’s my first time I’ve seen him fancy someone. I think, obsessed. That’s the right word to use.” The way he’s looking at me is as if he pities me. I think I should be pitied though, for catching the attention of someone as Ryan. I have always known that Ryan is sick in the head. My encounters with him back in college and recently says it all. I also know that those good boy acts he played back in college were just a facade. I saw something else hidden inside of him. Something dangerous.

She can't believe sir Francis would question her about that. "I trust you. This is my first time helping so tell me if there is anything I can do." A maid picks up a tray of glasses filled with champagne. She turns around and bumps Charles. The champagne spills on his expensive flowery shirt and shorts. Charles is an extremely good looking guy with a slender physique. Charles clenches his fist tightly as he feels the anger boiling inside of him. He is the last child of the Viva who loves the fun and crazy lifestyle. He is literally a spoilt brat.

Nikolay killed people; he was a dangerous man, and my brother and I were now under his control. Of course, if my brother were a decent and honorable person, I wouldn't be here doing immoral things and fearing for my life every second, because I had seen enough of Nikolay to say he had a strange feeling that he was bipolar. Sometimes he treated me well, and other times he was a real annoyance or even worse. I remembered the previous day. His slap had scared me more than any other shout or anything else that could have happened. Nikolay was dangerous, and when he got bored with this game, he wouldn't just kill my brother.