Dangerous Grounds Book Novels & Stories

I don't understand what I did or said to have him act this way towards me, I just want this to work because I really live him, and in order for a relationship to work we need to comunicate. However, as soon as I try to break his sky high wall, he pushes back with a force three times larger and hurts me more than a shotgun wound would. I just wish that for just this once, he would try to let me in. In my distressed state, I forget to look both ways before crossing the road, and so the last thing I see are two bright white car lights, coming toward me way too fast not to hit me, despite the loud sound of brakes. *** Axel's P.O.V.

“You idiot! You ungrateful daughter. Stupidity is the reason why your mother died early. You're a worthless piece of shit!” Emily cried even more as he gestured to the police to move Dr. Morris to the mobile car. He was afraid that something would happen at any minute to Emily's baby. *** The house was filled with a cry and gentle tone from two women. Nimueh let Emily cry on her shoulder while he was walking back and forth in front of them. “The baby is not mine. Why did you not tell me about this ahead of? You put my family in danger.” He stopped from questioning and analyzing everything when a hard thing touched his head. He looked at the floor where the thick book landed flat then to Nimu

She was right, a wounded tigress was much more dangerous. He could also sence the danger as there was nothing but darkness in her eyes. The deadly aura sent chills down his spine. He was trying his best to hide his nervousness but she could see in clearly in his eyes. "Meera, don't be stupid. Drop the gun." Noah shouted at her. He didn't want her to kill anyone who mattered to her.

Even just to move her mouth or open her eyes Bella felt inadequate. She really felt that she was on the verge of life and death now. #Hello. Thank you for reading Dangerous Man until recently. If you wish, please give a review of this story. This will really help me to be better in the future. Thank you♥️

His hand tightens around mine again, gentler this time, his thumb brushing slow circles against my skin. Grounding me. Or maybe grounding himself. I swallow slowly, my chest feeling.. strange. “He’s trying,” I murmur. No one argues. Because we all saw it. All felt it. And somehow.. That might be more dangerous than anything else.

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

said Suzie, we are now walking to our room. "Yup ..." I replied. She giggled. "He's so handsome! Especially his friends who are underground racers." I looked at her. What under ground racers is she talking about? "Under ground racers? What's that?" She covered her mouth. And inhaled. "Don't you know yet? Anyway, maybe that wasn't mentioned in the mansion. I'll tell you what I know, but promise me you won't tell anyone, Zella. Promise me." said Suzie and we stopped walking.

“That way—before it collapses completely.” They moved faster. The ground beneath their feet trembled with every step, cracks forming and spreading like fractures in glass. From the edges of their vision, shadows stirred again— Not like before. These were different. Unstable. Fragments. Remnants of something broken. But still dangerous. One lunged from the side— Darius intercepted it with a brutal swing, scattering it into nothing. “Great,” he growled. “Even the leftovers want to kill us.” “Keep moving!” Lira snapped.

Not the system. Us. Choosing each other Even when everything tried to separate us. Our fingers brushed Caught Locked The ground shook violently. The paths stopped. Not fully. But enough. The voice came again Different now. Less certain. “Interesting.” The system pulsed. Unstable. Reacting to something it hadn’t expected. And then The ground dropped again. Faster. Harder. This time It wasn’t separating us. It was pulling us Deeper. Into something Far more dangerous. And this time We didn’t fall alone.

But I found myself drifting inward. Because I had been here before. Not long ago, when I hadn’t been so well yet. Together with Damien. I remembered thinking, This feels dangerous. Because I felt seen and understood. Felt myself tipping toward something I hadn’t planned for. Falling—not suddenly, not recklessly—but in that quiet, terrifying way, where you only realize later that your feet haven’t touched the ground in a while. I took a slow sip of my drink, grounding myself. I hadn’t admitted it then. I wasn’t admitting it now.