Dangerous Man Book Novels & Stories

“Not gossip. Not headlines. The kind of dirt that changes a man’s life.” My jaw locked. “Then say it,” I replied. He paused, not to tease me, but to choose his words carefully, because some truths were so heavy that even speaking them wrong could cause damage. “Roger Longman is worse than people think,” he said. “He’s not just power-hungry. He’s… dangerous.” My stomach tightened. “Explain,” I demanded.

“Tell me, princess… does that scare you? Knowing the man knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt is the king of the underworld” I whimpered, my mind reeling. King of the underworld. This wasn’t some handsome stranger anymore. This was the kind of man people told horror stories about in hushed voices—bloodthirsty, ruthless, merciless. The kind who could end a life and sleep like a baby afterward. Men who took whatever they wanted and left nothing but ruin, tears, and graves behind them. And here I was, legs spread wide in an airport restroom, dripping shamelessly all over the fingers of most dangerous man in the country. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Everything was converging, and the only person who had moved to shield her twice now, in public and in silence, was the one man she was never supposed to touch again. She looked across the garden at his broad back. The way he stood, shoulders relaxed but alert, like a man who carried weight without letting it show. Dangerous. Controlled. The kind of man who could dismantle threats with two quiet sentences at breakfast and then pretend the entire room hadn’t shifted because of him. He is the most dangerous man in this house. He is also the only one who has protected her.

The man who has his head buried between a lady's thighs lifted his head, his tongue peeking out to lick her fluids while the lady, Elora hurriedly picked a shirt to cover her exposed chest. “Perhaps, you've entered the wrong room. Kindly see yourself out.” The burly man said dismissively, his hands gripping her thighs to part them further apart. Dimitri sighed, walking towards a chair beside the two. “No, I checked the number before entering.” The man grunted, standing up from between Elora's thigh. The red light which the room was bathed in did little to show his features. “You want to get whipped in the ass boy?” He asked threateningly, easily towering over the sitting Dimitri.

She killed my sister her niece so mercilessly. In meantime something clicked me and I abruptly turned my head to look beside me at ‘Kabir......’ Kabir was absentmindedly having his eyes wide which were now in shade of deep red glued to floor, his joint hands resting on his knees in front were popping out every single veins of his arms.... as his entire body kept shaking like it would explode any second now.... “Ethan is dangerous man ..... He found out today about your..... wife.....” Alphanso said stealing a glance at me

" and why not?" "because it's not safe." "yeah and leaving me alone on the streets at age 13 was safe. I'm 21 now. I have trained my entire life. I think it's safe enough for someone like me." "no" "why??" "just because." "just because why?" "because I don't trust you" "you couldn't find a dumber reason." "your so stubborn" "I learned from the best, aka you" "your not joining"

the bald man growled, swinging a fist at Albert. His punch was missed. Within five swift blows, Albert had him sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain. "Argh!" the bald man cried as Albert smashed his head against the side of the truck. "You've got some nerve. Do you even know who you're messing with?" Albert growled menacingly. "P-please, let me go," the man stammered, blood dripping from his temple. "It's not that easy. You'll face the Grim Reaper first to admit your guilt,” Albert sneered with a cynical grin, then he signaled one of his colleagues to tie up the incapacitated men.

There was something dangerous about this man, though I couldn't put my finger on what it was. "What's up?" Bianca asked elbowing me at the side, breaking my train of thought. I turned to her, giving a small smile. "Nothing much. Just having fun." "Are you sure?" she asked. "You were dancing like a goddess! If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were the goddess Aphrodite herself!" She said it with such wide-eyed wonder, like a child gazing upon a star. "What if I was?"

As I eavesdropped, i felt a cold knife pressed against my neck. "You know Lucas won't care if i slit your throat now?" A blue-eyed blonde man threatened me. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "I'm offended that you don't know me. You might just end up like him," he threatened, revealing a lifeless man on the ground. "Lucas, give me the green light," he said, drawing Lucas's attention. "You didn't tell me your wife was so hot," he commented, diverting Lucas's focus. It was a brief moment before he bent down, searching through the man's pockets.

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.