Dangerous Grounds Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I needed to make sure that I acted normal didn’t alert them and make them more likely to attack. I could hear my heart beats rattling in my chest, pummelling in my ears and lurching up my throat. I was so close to my door, the garish blood red, that was far too bright but would cost extra for me to change. I was so close, but then of course because the universe seemed intent on destroying my life, I dropped my keys. The clattered sound sparking through the hallway. I reached down to grab it despite it putting me in a vulnerable position. The floor was that smooth sort of linoleum that of course made it so that it was impossible to pick up.

“I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?” Clearing his throat, still dense with lust, he sighed. “If I tell you, I put you in danger.” Zoe rolled her eyes. “Oh please, as if that isn’t the oldest line in the criminal’s handbook.” “It’s the truth.” “So, you just expect me to believe that I’m not in a dangerous situation right now?!”

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.

He takes a breath. “Thank you,” he says into the microphone. “Writing about public people is always dangerous, though usually not in the way people think. The danger is not that you will find too little. It is that you will find a symbol where a person should be, and then decide the symbol is easier to write.” The hall quiets in that soft, listening way that makes every word feel more exposed.

I finally decided to write my first book. And honestly, it feels like stepping into a room I’ve always been daydreaming of but never dared to enter. The beginning might not be perfect. Still a little rough around the edges, but I promise, it only gets better. This story dives deep into a dark, addictive romance. One that’s brutal, steamy, and emotionally intense. Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power.

“Besides, I have got to say you make paperwork look dangerous. That's a rare skill.” I nearly choked on my drink. “Did you seriously just call me dangerous over paperwork?” I coughed a little covering my hand with my mouth. “I did,” he said without a trace of shame. “And I must say, I stand by it. You were buried in paperwork yesterday and still got the job done. What's next you'll tell me you fight crime with staplers at night?” I shook my head laughing quite harder than I had intended too as a few eyes around started giving me piercing stares. Daniel was charming in a ridiculous sort of way. He was funny, confident and far too comfortable to be with.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

They burned the way only something ancient and dangerous could burn, steady and absolute, the kind of heat that didn’t flicker or warn you before it consumed you. One look, and the floor actually moved. Not the way it does when you’re dizzy or drunk, but something deeper, like the world quietly rearranged itself beneath his feet without asking. My hands forgot they were mine. My breath forgot its own timing. Something inside me that had always known exactly where it stood lost its footing completely, and I felt myself tipping toward him in a way that had nothing to do with the body and everything to do with something far more difficult to name. I pressed my nails into my palm just to feel th

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”