Dangerous Minds Novels & Stories

What did they mean by what they said? It seems like our danger senses have been triggered. It's like an alarm to warn us about incoming danger and threats. We have so far been free from those which is why we haven't had anything of such happen to us. You happened to read the mind of two people, whom I can't place because they either are very good at cloaking themselves from us or are not in this room and you're hearing them from a long range. Your name being called was what triggered the danger senses. These people must be very foolish to have let down their guards enough for you to read their minds. Which you can't do on a whim except you're extremely trained and are in the presence of whoe

Some even opened the door in fear and ran out of their cars. In this city, youngsters would race late at night. People who were not afraid of getting tickets would also speed at night or run the red light, but this was the first time that someone was driving like this. That person clearly had a death wish. What if they encountered a mentally ill person? If they were hit, they had no choice but to drop it. Mr. Summers had indeed lost his mind. "Cry! I want to see you cry!" Slowly, Jane turned her head around and looked at Mr. Summers coldly.

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

Finally, however, he met my eyes. “Elaine worked the Mind, and from everything I gathered… they were rare. One, or two at a time. Never more than that. It made them extremely dangerous and coveted, because they could sense thoughts—if not read them. Influence the mind to do or sense anything they wanted it to. “They could, if pushed perhaps, not completely break the bond between mates. But conceal it if need be. Make its effects less urgent. I cannot confirm this, but I suspect it may have been what she did to Gaius and his mate, unintentionally.”

I'm supposed to make someone's heart beat fast but I'm the one whose heart is beating wildly. Anyway, I made a huge decision agreeing to ride this. "Did you tighten your seatbelt, Love? We don't want you falling off" Alfred chuckled, looking at me over Aurora's head. Since it was three seats, Aurora sat in our middle. "Of course," I replied. Suddenly my brain registered something and I looked at him in alarm. "Falling off?! People actually off from this?" I exclaimed. He shrugged, grinning mischievously. "Not really?" "Not really? Are you crazy?!"

An idle mind and loose lips are the two most dangerous recipes for disasters. It was why I always made sure I had my head wrapped up in one thing or the other. Work meant no time to think, no time to think meant no time to harbor thoughts of anything, including her. Red had been a reoccurring thought in my mind, almost like a pop-up notification for an irrelevant app; drawing my attention to it without so much as a tangible reason.

I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

There will be no mercy for me. I close my eyes briefly, not in prayer, not in regret, but in acknowledgment, because denying it would only cheapen everything I have survived until now. I think of all the moments where I believed myself untouchable, all the times I mistook fear for respect, obedience for loyalty, and power for permanence. I think of Madeline, and I understand, far too late, that the most dangerous people are not always the loudest, the most violent, or the most obvious. Sometimes they are the ones who smile and pretend to be innocent. The ones that stand in the shadow of the ones that are supposed to protect them. The quiet ones are the most dangerous.

The wheels in my head are turning as well. Of course, meeting the brothers directly could be risky. Even if I weren't the hacker they are hunting for, hanging out with the brothers is never a good idea. They are dangerous, mateless and probably crazy. I am sure about this. One has to be a certain level of crazy to stay on the top and maintain fear among everyone!

Stupid things. But people don’t notice tiny things unless they’re paying attention constantly. And suddenly, standing this close to him again, I realize something deeply, deeply unfortunate. Evan might actually be dangerous. Not in the loud way wolves are. No claws, teeth, or violence. No. He’s dangerous in the quiet way, the observing way. The kind of danger that notices patterns before you realize you’re making them. And for the first time since coming back— I realize he could really ruin everything for me.