Dangerous Man Book Novels & Stories

She wondered what caused the connection between them that could make him shiver. "It's like something bad is going to happen" he gasped. One of the men checking people's face came to them. He pushed Alpha Jones' plate aside and sat in front of him, on the table. "You look like you are from the south, the far far south. The lawless part of the world" he said slowly and annoyingly. "Can you just get up from the table, please?" Sophie confronted him. "I'm sorry, are you together? If you are, you shouldn't be. This man here is a dangerous man" the man said calmly to her.

I admit everything was hot, including the fact that he just shopped for his woman. "He is hot," Carina acknowledged, her voice carrying excitement. It's like she saw one of his book characters. The man crossed the street as we watched from the glass window of the shop. He walked to a car, his movement screamed confidence. Two other men joined him, taking their position in the driver's and passenger's seats. The man settled in the back seat. I sensed a prominent person beneath his charismatic exterior. But I tried to ignore the darkness hidden in him. "And dangerous," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Daniel wouldn't know that she was afraid to admit it. "Who is that man Chelsea who is the man who has taken your honor?" Daniel asked then. “That man—, that man is— is your brother, David. And that unfortunate incident happened when I was drunk and Daniel took me to sleep in David's room!” Chelsea explained. Daniel's heart suddenly froze. There was pain in his heart. Even so with the throat that suddenly felt bitter. The man was silent and then closed his eyes. He was thinking first, what did he really want?

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

He mumbled to himself and hissed as he stood up reluctantly, slowly tucking in and arranging his shirt and tie "Good day sir " he greeted with a salute as he walked into his office. "Good morning Jasper, have your seat please," he replied, gesturing to the chair in front of him. "Thank you" Jasper murmured and took his seat. "So I see you've found a wife that is ready to travel with you !" Officer Abani started. "Good!" "I'm just going to brief you on the Sioux Falls Case now " "For some months now there have been cases of a particular syndicate terrorizing the city!"

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.

There, the dancing flames cast an eerie, flickering shadow on the wall – the indistinct outline of a figure seated within. A man slinked into the room, his weight shifting nervously from foot to foot, no doubt uneasy. He was a short, unremarkable man, and something about him screamed untrustworthiness. His eyes, small and beady, darted around, and his mouth was framed by thin lips above a patchy, desperate attempt at a moustache. It was less a beard and more a collection of stray hairs that had lost their way. The man's name was Tim. He squinted, trying to see past the flames and shadows and discern the person sitting on the chair.

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?”