Dangerous Minds Novels & Stories

He handled it so well that the loyalty we have to him created it in us without us realizing it, until we did realize it was late enough to already have him on a pedestal. In conclusion, it is a dangerous mind. A real threat. At seventeen, he did so many things and more than what he plans, that if someone knew what was going through his mind, I think he would end up in a mental hospital. And if not, come and change my mind to my face because what I'm seeing now has no comparison. In the end he has been able to carry out one of his greatest curiosities: the exploration of intelligence outside the brain outside the human body.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

Without seeing any reason to tell the old woman what would be deleted in her mind, she looked at the three people in front of her and sized them up. “You have been taught by Boston a lot of things. Even though I don’t want to waste any time here, I won’t open my mind and let it seem like a free book which you may get in and out as you please. After all, most of the time, the enemy's mind is always locked up and you have to break into it thus you will also do the same to my mind. Be careful and remember all of the warnings cause a single mistake and you can cause damage to not only your brain but also your family as you all will be in my mind,” Lucy said, making the girls nod their heads.

“I stood there watching him. He was going to run a path through the floor if I don't go over there and stop him. So I walked over to him, touching his arm. He looked down at his arm, then looked up at me. “Vegas, look. I think I need to send you back home to the pack house. This is going to get real dangerous, and I don't want you getting hurt. It's bad enough that Kayla got taken; goddess knows what this motherfucker is doing to her right now.” I was stunned when he said that. What is this man thinking? Dangerous? I chuckled to myself. That's my middle name, Dangerous. He waited for me to say something. I guess me not saying anything means he thinks I agreed to go home.

My mind kept going back and forth, trying to decide what the right thing to do was. Cynthia didn’t believe in any of these things. To her, everything was simple and normal. If she found out the real reason I was here, she might hate me for dragging her brother into something dangerous. Maybe she would think I was overreacting. Maybe she would think I was crazy. But I knew what I saw. That man was dangerous. There was something in his eyes earlier that made my skin crawl. It was the kind of look that made you feel like you were standing in front of a wild animal. Cold. Hungry. Like he was waiting for the right moment to strike.

Nuel’s patience was a snare; any movement, any misstep, and the trap would close. “I… understand,” she whispered, voice barely audible. He paused, his gaze softening for a moment—not with affection, but with observation. “Understanding is only the beginning. You will see soon enough how dangerous a small misstep can be.” Olivia nodded again. Words were dangerous. Movement was dangerous. Even breath could betray her.

It was brief, but enough for my mind to stagger a bit. This man is dangerous... way too dangerous. “What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

“I shouldn’t be here. I need to go.” Mike’s hands tightened, his fingers digging into her shoulders with a possessive edge. “You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, clicking the mouse again. The image shifted, and Mindy gasped. The same woman was now on her knees, her wrists bound behind her back, a spiked collar choking her slender neck. A faceless man towered over her, yanking a chain attached to the collar while his other hand cracked a whip across her bare ass. Her legs were spread, her pussy glistening with arousal, her face twisted in a mix of pain and ecstasy. A caption read, “I was a bad girl. Master had to punish me.”

He hesitated. “What?” she urged. Damien looked at her carefully. “The people he’s working with aren’t just businessmen. They’re dangerous. People who disappear witnesses. People who don’t think twice about collateral damage.” Her heart thudded. “You mean… we could be targets?” He nodded slowly. “That’s why we can’t make any mistakes. We need to play this smart. Every step we take from here on out matters.” Sienna pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken. “So what’s the next step?”

That we could have mornings like this, easy and unremarkable. "What are you thinking?" Damien asks, accepting the mug I hand him. "That this feels dangerous." "Good dangerous or bad dangerous?" "I don't know yet. Both, maybe." He takes a sip, considering. "Can I tell you something I learned in therapy?" "Always." "Dr. Morrison says that people like us—people who've experienced relationship trauma—we often mistake safety for boredom and danger for excitement. We're so used to chaos that calm feels wrong. So when things are actually healthy, we sabotage them because our nervous systems don't recognize peace as safe."