Dangerous Man Book Novels & Stories

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?”

I preferred my books to people, and my imaginations to reality. One evening, as I was casually returning back a stack of books to the shelves, my eyes scanning the names for their proper places, I noticed a man sitting in the far corner of the library. He was deeply focused on a large, ancient-looking book, his brow furrowed in concentration. I paused, looking at him curiously, and I found myself stealing glances at him, intrigued by his presence and level of concentration in my peaceful domain.

And I trusted nobody. --- Especially not tonight. --- The man studied me for several seconds. Almost as if he was evaluating something. --- Then he nodded. --- "You're exactly as described." --- My expression didn't change. --- "And how was I described?" --- The man chuckled softly. --- "Cautious." --- A pause. --- "Much more dangerous than people realize." --- Interesting. --- Very interesting. --- Who exactly had been talking about me? --- Before I could ask, the old man spoke again.

a man said, opening the door as the three lads approached. Caleb obliged, following the man into his living room and taking a seat when offered. Something about the man caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. 'He's dangerous,' Caleb realised. For one thing, he didn't have a couple of lads to back him up. This meant he was confident he could handle himself alone. The other thing was his eyes; cold, dark and calculating. "You lads have been stirring up trouble," he said, taking a seat opposite Caleb.

Not knowing why he suddenly opened a drawer and kept that photo fame inside that drawer and closed the drawer, Soon a man entered inside and gave something to that young man. “ Sir they went to the hillside “ that man report to that young man, That young clenched his fist and took a deep breath, he was a calm minded person, that’s why nobody could ever find that a man like him could be so dangerous, That’s why it says don’t judge a book by its cover because no matter how much it looks outside you can’t know about the whole book without what is inside. He was one like a book, even his family didn't know his real face.

Everything started making sense, the house, the silence, the way people moved around him, the way he spoke, the man I couldn’t stop thinking about was the most dangerous man in the city and I had no idea what that meant for me, because t he truth was right there on the screen. Adriano Rossi, the most dangerous man in the city, and somehow I had spent the night in his world.

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Only his friends know about his womanizing ways) Here in New York nandu and Ayesha board flight.. Malhothra empire: Manik is making out with his so called new slut after his tiring day.. There is one secret room behind Manik's bookshelf in Manik's cabin where he brings his new sluts..He is enjoying his make out session still planning for his revenge for the injustice happened to him unaware of the storm entering his life who is not only going to mess up his plans and revenge but also going to change him to a good human which he was eight years back..

He dislikes the heat that follows it even more. A cruel man would have been easier to understand. A careless one would have been safer. Julian is neither, and that makes him dangerous in a different way. He knows where the wound is, and he has chosen not to press it in public. Adrian does not know what to do with that kind of restraint. It feels almost worse than exposure because exposure gives him something to fight. Restraint leaves him sitting alone at his desk, thinking about the man who spared him when he had every reason not to.

Oh Christ. I don’t even want to know why my mind drifted to that part of this whole awkward meeting, probably his stance? Man is fine as hell. Once he opened his mouth… I knew it immediately, that this man, whoever he is. He is a very dangerous person, that I have no idea of how my sperm donor who is an excuse of a father got him to seal a deal with him, or could it be the other way round? …. I AM DEAD. If this man wants me, he looks like the type to get whatever it is that he wants.