Dangerous Novel Novels & Stories

“And you are not just another bootlegger with a pretty face and a fat wallet. You have blood on your hands, Mr. Vale. Does that keep you up at night?” His grip tightened on her waist. “Nothing keeps me up at night except the thought of a woman who is not afraid to call me out.” He dipped her suddenly, then brought her back up, bodies pressed tight. “You got a man waiting for you somewhere?” “Would it matter if I did?” “Hell no.” His hand slid lower, cupping the curve of her ass through the thin silk. “Because tonight you are mine.” Heat pooled low in her belly. This was dangerous. This was exactly what she had come for, and yet nothing like what she had planned.

His voice was low and serious as he began to speak, his words filled with a mixture of concern and warning. "Camilla, I need you to understand the gravity of the situation we find ourselves in," Lucas said, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "These workers, this warehouse... it's all part of a dangerous operation involving drugs. If you ever lied to me, if you ever got involved in any way, the consequences could be dire." Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to Lucas's words. She had never imagined being caught up in something so dangerous. The realization hit her like a cold wave, making her feel small and trapped.

Boom. A deafening blast shook the room through the east wing of the casino and fire erupted. A thick and shocking smoke swallowed everything, “Dad! Caleb! Uncle Sam!” I shouted, my voice swallowed by the chaos around me. people screamed, tripping over each other, trying to escape the collapse of the ceiling or find some clean air to breath. Dust and debris fell like rain from the ceiling. But Blackwood men were already pulling guns, searching for enemis in the mess.

Starting this book wasn't part of the plan. That day, my goal was to scroll through P*******t to find a cover for "GOOD SIN" since I wasn't able to afford a designer. But then, I saw a rainbow poem. And it was just... too emotional. I've always been neutral but the idea just came that day. I wasn't a big fan of MM or BL books and I knew it won't hurt to do something new so I started my first draft. The final kick in the ass was Goodnovel's contest. I applied and I wasn't really surprised when it passed the review because I worked for this.

He takes a breath. “Thank you,” he says into the microphone. “Writing about public people is always dangerous, though usually not in the way people think. The danger is not that you will find too little. It is that you will find a symbol where a person should be, and then decide the symbol is easier to write.” The hall quiets in that soft, listening way that makes every word feel more exposed.

She was right, a wounded tigress was much more dangerous. He could also sence the danger as there was nothing but darkness in her eyes. The deadly aura sent chills down his spine. He was trying his best to hide his nervousness but she could see in clearly in his eyes. "Meera, don't be stupid. Drop the gun." Noah shouted at her. He didn't want her to kill anyone who mattered to her.

Luca gives me a sorry look and walks to me. "Ernesto and Julio fell apart because of you. Julio wants you for his son, while Ernesto wants you dead. Be careful not to fall into any of their traps. They are dangerous, Nicole" Luca looks at me with pity and after ruffling my hair, he goes after his boss.

For a split second the sidewalk rolled and bucked beneath them as if they were on a boat. It took a moment for the truth to sink in. A bomb. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Hunter was still on top of her, his arms crossed over her head and face to shield her. She didn’t dare move. People were screaming, running past them, even over them. Hunter grunted when someone stepped on him, but he didn’t budge from his position atop her. She could hear the sound of glass shattering close by, hitting the ground somewhere behind them with a sharp crash. The smell of smoke and burning wreckage was already

Somewhere out there, in the tangled dark of Moras territory, a man who had spent five years hiding from justice was finally about to make his first real mistake — and Elison intended to be there when he did. He thought, briefly, of Lance — of the way he'd gone still and pale in the middle of dinner weeks ago, murmuring about some nameless dread he couldn't explain. *Something very bad is about to happen.* At the time, Elison had chalked it up to nerves, to the aftershocks of whatever trauma still lived unspoken beneath the surface of him. Now, standing here with a name finally attached to the threat, he wasn't so sure it had been nerves at all.

One hand around her neck the other handing by his side, he had long sharp nails and I think I heard a roar from him. The roar was less guttural than that of the one I heard from Cain but it instilled fear just as successfully. What caught my attention most was his burning red eyes in the dark. The sight terrified me to the bone. This was different from the wolves, they had a sense of warning and intimidation to them but from this man, I only sensed death.