Dangerous Novel Novels & Stories

As we headed down the stairs toward the kitchen, my mind was filled with a storm of thoughts I could barely control. This was wrong on so many levels. Jake was my husband’s brother. He had come to stay for a whole month while my husband was away. I should not have been moaning his name while I touched myself. Yet the ache between my legs refused to fade. I wondered if he had also heard my pleading moans. A part of me felt embarrassed from the thought, but another part felt a dangerous kind of excitement at the idea that he might have heard me begging for him.

"I told you, my friend has done it before. The whole point is to be uncomfortable and push your boundaries. You know, do things normal people would consider sick and taboo. Personally, I would prefer no safe word." "Lena!" Kiara exclaimed. Lena giggled and took a shot of vodka. We all followed suit. The entire time I was thinking over her words. Could I really do that? It sounded scary. I wondered why Milo never told me all that information. He was always so vague. "Come on, let's dance," Zoya said as she pulled me to the dance floor. A few minutes later, I stopped grinding on Zoya and danced with a stranger. I secretly hoped Milo was at the club and he saw me. And even if he didn't, Boris w

She saw the flickers of doubt in Ginnie's eyes, then stared calmly at Ginnie to explain, "Don't doubt it. It’s exactly what you understand it to be. “Natural disasters, man-made disasters, anything you can think of. “As well as those that you can't think of. “Getting into car accidents, falling from a building, drowning, death from an illness, fires, kidnapping..." "Ah!" Before Jane could finish her sentence, Ginnie was already screaming in fear. All colors were drained from her face. "Don’t say anymore!" She stared at Jane fearfully. How could there possibly be such a terrible person in this world! She had finished listing out these terrible disasters while keeping a straight face. This was

or was it all a dream? Find out in the sequel of MARRIED TO THE DANGEROUS DON called THE DANGEROUS DON. It's going to be way exciting and more interesting than the first part. I'll notify you all when it has been approved for leave this book in your library, or follow me. As for grammatically errors and blunders, I'll be editing the book soon so you all should wait as I'll be releasing THE DANGEROUS DON soon Don't forget to check out my other book "Mafian Hero" and for Werewolf lovers "The Goddess Bond".

“The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?” I bit the bottom of my lip. “Well... It’s one of my favorite novels.” She slapped herself across the forehead. “Dainty! We should not read novels like these. I assumed you were interested in romantic novels, so I let you read books, and then I’ll know that you’re reading about terror and murder novels?!” My mouth was closed. What can I do if I’m not a fan of romance novels? Horror, mystery, and psychological stories are my favorite, and not romance. When I read a romantic novel, my whole body convulses. They simply do not appeal to me.

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

I whisper, letting the word I said sink into my brain. Right, he’s dangerous – so why did I let him in? “So why did you let me in?” he roars, the same question I keep asking myself, his eyes not leaving mine. “If you are aware, this is dangerous for you…I’m dangerous for you. What makes you think I’ll let you go un-scattered?”

{DANTE} Neither Francis nor Cecelia said a word about my long absence from the dinner table Friday night. Vivian didn't mention our little chat in the office, and I returned to New York dissatisfied and on edge. I could've burned the Lau mansion to the ground with one flick of my lighter. Unfortunately, doing so would've brought the authorities straight to my doorstep. Arson was bad for business, and l'd never stooped to murder...yet. But certain people tempted me to cross the line every day, one of whom I happened to share blood with.

“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.

I loaned quietly trying not to bring the attention of others. Especially not Jake’s step father. All these while I’ve been thinking Daniel was Marcus but now I know the truth? I guess all is well. Who would have thought. Norah Black fucked all three men in the same family and none of them are aware of my doings. Damn, you’re a rebel girl. “Fuck..” I snapped out of my thoughts as he bit my neck while thrusting harder. He leaned in and sucked on my nipples through my top while pounding me. My tits bounced hard to the point that it made me extra horny. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper.