Dangerous Minds Novels & Stories

“If you are going to remove me from the assignment, do it.” “I did not say that.” “But you are thinking it.” “I am thinking that you are too good a writer to confuse endurance with judgment.” He looks away. That lands. Sarah sighs. “The profile is strong because you see him clearly. That is also what makes this dangerous. If you attend that party, you are not just watching Adrian Blackwell, a public figure. You are watching a man who has already crossed lines with you standing in front of cameras beside his fiancée.”

It hung low and dangerous, like it was daring you to break it. Down the hall was the game room. PS5s. Arcade machines DLS, Free fire, Call of duty Mobile, VR helmets, a snooker table, a dart board, chess, checkers, Scrabble, racing games. Name it. The walls were soundproofed so nobody could hear them screaming at 2am when Ivan lost a game. They'd broken two controllers just last month.

The word "danger" had taken a life of its own, almost like a living being that was constantly haunting me. It had infiltrated my mind and refused to let go, even as I tried to focus on the bustling crowds around me. My heart raced as I replayed that one particular scene from the past over and over again, desperately searching for any answers that could help me understand what had happened. Questions swarmed my mind, gnawing at my thoughts like ravenous worms. What did the old man mean by danger? Why did he say it with such urgency? Was there something I was missing, some hidden danger lurking just beyond my sight?

"This bomb could wipe out the entire enemy stronghold and you refuse it!" "It also has the power to wipe us all. It's too dangerous. Testing it can have too many horrible consequences," put in Dunreft. Kinski suddenly smiled sinisterly. "I guarantee, it's going to be very safe," The conference members could only stare meekly at him. It has been known accordingly from his medical records that Kinski's psycho-mental health had been declining for years. His genius remains of extreme level but on the other end of the spectrum he is mentally ill. They can't trust the safety of humanity in a lunatic's hands now even if they did before.

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos

I groan out loud and cover my head with my arms. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't think about her. Don't you fucking dare think about her, you fucking dick. Visions of dark hair and blue eyes fill my mind for a horrible second, and it's like my subconcious smirks at me, saying too late. Pain fills me, every fucking cell of my body, and this isn't the good type of pain, no. This is the overwhelming, excruciating type of pain in me and I can't stop it, I can't, I can't, I can't, fuck. I stumble backwards, making my chair fall over and try to get the fuck out of there before I lash out on something.

It's wrong… so wrong. He wanted to escape the deep hole but he kept passing him the shovel to dig deeper. He knew this ain't right, but why did he want the depravity that comes with it. His darkness chases away his monsters. He must have gone mad, and he promised that he would make the madness short and worthwhile. So… he let loose. In the darkness, he leaned up and pressed his lips to his. Dimitri's eyes fluttered open and he lightly pushed him back. “You were awake?” He asked, his voice tinged with sighs of surprise. “Did you hear—”

I sent a message: “It sounds promising, but what exactly do you mean by 'risky'?” Ethan calmly explained, “If Ken Yimo or Derrick Kwok gets provoked, they might harm Nick.” His concern was well-founded; both Ken Yimo and Derrick Kwok were not to be trifled with, and their anger could swiftly escalate into deadly actions. The potential consequences weighed heavily on my mind, reminding me that we were playing a dangerous game where one wrong move could cost us dearly.

~LEXI~ “One wrong move, and I was dead.” The thought flashed through my mind as I stepped inside the Esposito mansion. The mansion glowed under the night sky, too perfect, too calm for the danger hidden inside. It felt like a trap, the kind of place where power and secrets mixed, and one mistake could cost me everything.

“I'll wait for you there. See you, Kim!” Arriving at the coffee shop, I immediately ordered my favorite Americano. It seemed like a cozy place to refresh my mind. I pulled out my notebook, ready to continue yesterday’s research on Clostridium botulinum. It amazed me how something so tiny could pose such a massive threat to life. Shit! Even while working, I couldn’t stop thinking about that man. Who the hell was he? I was losing my mind, obsessing over him. This wasn’t like me. Even when Pedro kissed me before, it didn't have the same effect as that mysterious man.