Dangerous Man Book Novels & Stories

“He’s lucky I didn’t chop his balls off before sending him back to his mama.” Suddenly, I found myself face to face with the most dangerous man in New York. “You sound very courageous for a dead girl.” He gripped the collar of my top. “I wonder what I should do with you…” His eyes went to my neck, down the collar of my top. The third button had come undone and I had no doubt in my mind that he was looking down at the curve of my breasts, well past my lacy bra. Men. No matter how honorable they claim to be, everyone bends to the right kind of lure.

It was an indescribable feeling, one that gave me goosebumps, as if every fiber in my being were alive with passion and desire. “Darling, you are so much more than that woman, keep that firmly in your mind.” He clenched his jaw, “However, I must caution you to be mindful of people like her; they can do unimaginable damage if given the chance. I don't want to see that happen to you and it's why I'm saying this. The world is a tough place and there are many forces out there looking to bring down those who dare to stand up against them. That woman is one of those forces.”

“And why is that?” Because she was the first woman I actually gave a damn about. I wouldn’t describe her perky tits, her tight cunt, the way she swirled her tongue around my dick as she sucked me off. I wouldn’t shatter the holiness of our intimacy with gossip. Her scratches, her moans…they all belonged to me. “I’m a very dangerous man. I kill people. Does that bother you?” “It sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me. If that’s the case, just be a man and give it to me straight.”

I yelped, spun, and froze. The man was tall and broad, and black hair fell over his piercing storm-dark eyes. His voice was calm and precise, like a predator who’d been planning this for days. “Going somewhere?” A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. It was threatening. My suitcase slipped from my hand. “Who are you?” I demanded, though my voice trembled. He didn’t answer, but just took more steps closer. And I knew this was Danger.

I pulled my knees up and hugged them, I closed my eyes trying so bad not to think of the dead men on my floor or of the one man who came into my life two months ago and turned it upside down. First, those who followed us in the car and now this. I didn't need him to say it out loud, it was more than obvious to which world Nikolas belongs. The way he masterfully killed them, the way he fought the guy and snapped his neck without even flinching, how easy it was on him to take a life away. Multiple lives. It definitely wasn't his first and I am sure, it won't be his last. This man is beyond dangerous. I wasn't just playing with fire with him, no, now that I realized, he is the fire himself.

“ I cannot do it anymore. He became more cruel and savage in using me. Today, he brought me to a club and offer me to those people. Those people that I am afraid of. They are dark people and he was with them. The club was something that is not to be seen in the world. It’s a good thing that he didn’t let them take me as their slave. But I want to be out of the deal. Corporal Levi Sullivan is a dangerous man.” My eyes got widened at those words. Did she mean a club like a BDSM club?! I parted my lips as I turn the page and saw nothing but burnt pages. It was intentionally set on fire but I am sure that something was written on it. I needed to squint my eyes and adjust the placement of the no

In that moment, her body froze at the sudden closeness of their faces. The cold breeze made Jasmine shiver, but slowly, a warmth began to tingle on her skin, becoming perfect as Mr. Hawthorne kissed her lips, slowly and softly. Jasmine couldn’t pull away, even though doubt lingered in her heart. She realized that even before hearing Mr. Harper’s words, she already knew that Mr. Hawthorne was a dangerous man. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the accidents that befell her tormentors, and she had to accept the fact that she was still in love with Mr. Hawthorne, who harbored a dark side.

She felt like she was walking a dangerous line, a precipice with no safety net, teetering between desire and reason. The office lights cast long shadows across the room, painting the space in a warm, golden glow. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only them—their unspoken tension, the magnetic pull between them, the dangerous, thrilling temptation that neither could resist. And in that suspended moment, Lena realized something terrifying and exhilarating: once you give in to temptation, there is no turning back. With Alex, she had already crossed the invisible threshold, and the consequences—whatever they might be—were inevitable.

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.

“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.