Dangerous Minds Novels & Stories

"Then we let her keep spending her money to create waves we will never sail in. If it's Richard, then we'll do the same. But..." "We have to prepare for if it's neither." "We do. I have seen things like this on television, you know? Crazies that construct stories of people in their heads and form these unhealthy obsessions. Then, they stalk and even kill the people they obsess over. This looks like that." Kali picked up the card and read it before saying, "I hate everything about this." "As you should. If it's someone we know, like my mom there won't be much malice past trying to get us to turn against each other. If it's a stranger, then we are going to have problems."

“Princess? It's okay, everything is okay." I heard Alpha Rohan's voice keep saying that in my ear, as if he was guiding my soul, which was about to go astray. As he continued to whisper those words, I felt the warmth of his body carrying me into his arms. I cried my eyes out, closed to a wailing, on his chest. But… A person's mind is the most dangerous thing for every living creature endowed with reason, especially if it is on the lower threshold of conscience. Like a thought that suddenly entered my head right now,

"I was wondering why I left the door open, then I started thinking about what could have happened if someone dangerous had entered my room, and before I even said anything..." I folded my arms. "...you answered me." I tilted my head slightly. "Are you a mind reader?" The question clearly caught her off guard. Her eyes widened immediately, and she shook her head so quickly that a few loose strands of hair slipped from behind her ears. "No, Ma'am," she answered quickly. "I'm not a mind reader." She looked genuinely alarmed by the accusation. "Mind readers are strictly forbidden." Her expression became unusually serious. "They're considered extremely dangerous, and anyone discovered possessing

“Rage.” “Sorrow.” “Desperation.” She inhaled slowly. “It was like watching a storm trapped inside a man.” I closed my eyes briefly. That… I could understand. “His mind doesn’t stay in one place,” Zira continued. “One moment he’s furious… the next he looks like he’s about to break.” Krager shook his head slightly. “That kind of instability makes him dangerous.” “It makes him unpredictable,” Zira corrected. “Which is worse?” She paused. “And there’s something else.”

“That is not a safe text.” Troy finally looks up from his notes. “You’re blushing so hard you look sunburned.” “He’s ridiculous,” I mumble, staring at the screen. The worst part is that Connor sounds exactly like himself even through text—cocky, confident, impossible to ignore. And my stupid brain keeps replaying last night at the worst possible moments. His hands on my waist. His mouth against my neck. The low laugh he made when I kissed him back harder. Very, very dangerous.

And no one would dare forget that. “What about the docks?” I asked, stepping forward again and leaning over the table. My knuckles pressed into the hard wood as my eyes scanned the map. “Every time he leaves her, it’s when something happens outside his compound. If we create chaos out there, maybe—just maybe—he’ll loosen his grip.” “A distraction,” Igor said with a wicked grin. He pushed the tip of the blade into his fingertip, not deep enough to draw blood, but just enough to test his pain. “I like that idea, па́хан.”

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.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

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?”

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"