Dangerous Personality Novels & Stories

He raised his thin lips and said in a magnetic voice, "So don't run away. Don't think about resisting. “I'm a bastard. Don't try and provoke a bastard." At this moment, he was like satan from hell, dangerous and cold. However, the heart nestled in his chest was already so painful that it was hard to breathe. Keep her… He could not think of any other way to keep her anymore. As long as he could keep her… then he was determined to be a wicked person. He was willing to go through the eighteen levels of hell in the next life. However, if he were to let her donate her bone marrow and gamble with her life, even when there was an indeterminable risk that could lead to... death.

There was something dangerous about this man, though I couldn't put my finger on what it was. "What's up?" Bianca asked elbowing me at the side, breaking my train of thought. I turned to her, giving a small smile. "Nothing much. Just having fun." "Are you sure?" she asked. "You were dancing like a goddess! If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were the goddess Aphrodite herself!" She said it with such wide-eyed wonder, like a child gazing upon a star. "What if I was?"

In that moment, her body froze at the sudden closeness of their faces. The cold breeze made Jasmine shiver, but slowly, a warmth began to tingle on her skin, becoming perfect as Mr. Hawthorne kissed her lips, slowly and softly. Jasmine couldn’t pull away, even though doubt lingered in her heart. She realized that even before hearing Mr. Harper’s words, she already knew that Mr. Hawthorne was a dangerous man. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the accidents that befell her tormentors, and she had to accept the fact that she was still in love with Mr. Hawthorne, who harbored a dark side.

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

“Isn’t that what we’re already doing?” He grinned. “Touché. But if I did… what kind of man was I before?” I straightened. “You really want to know?” “Yes.” “You were brilliant. Cold. Obsessive. Dangerous when you wanted something.” He gave a slow whistle. “Dangerous,” he repeated. “Sounds like a Bond villain.” “Not far off. But you were also kind. In flashes. You liked sharp things: whiskey, expensive suits, people who didn’t flinch.”

“Rage.” “Sorrow.” “Desperation.” She inhaled slowly. “It was like watching a storm trapped inside a man.” I closed my eyes briefly. That… I could understand. “His mind doesn’t stay in one place,” Zira continued. “One moment he’s furious… the next he looks like he’s about to break.” Krager shook his head slightly. “That kind of instability makes him dangerous.” “It makes him unpredictable,” Zira corrected. “Which is worse?” She paused. “And there’s something else.”

Tearing my gaze away from him, I unfold my slip of paper. The correct definition of a psychopath -according to g****e- is a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent behavior. But I know that our English teacher, Mr. Williams, wouldn't accept that answer. He wants us to define it based on our personal experience. Everyone in the class thinks I have plenty of experience.

"Schizophrenics with antisocial personalities..." "Yeah," Madman's eyes lit up with interest. "Don't you think he's interesting? Is it worth studying?" My mouth twitched a few times. That's funny. I didn't realize it was scary, that's true. "Why do you have to study him?" "Do you know what a 'sociopath' is? Instead of answering me, he asked a question and proceeded to answer it himself. "People with antisocial personalities are highly impulsive and aggressive, have no sense of shame and are unable to accept or be accepted by society..."

He’d rather be back in the solitude her home provided. He let her go and turned, Tamara swallowed and tried to not let out a rush of air. He was definitely a person with presence, and he made her nervous again. The way he looked at her, or took hold of her, clearly being back to normal strength, healthy and alive was showing the type of personality he had. Domineering, possessive and controlling were what she feared most. He was a wolf, a giant wolf and from what she heard they didn’t have the best of personalities the giants. She’d looked up plenty, she hoped he didn’t turn into something she had to really fear. She thought about Max and his warning.

the girl said. “That sorry nerd looked so dull next to him,” another woman's voice said. Such gossip. This didn’t even affect me in the least. “Nico is a dangerous man. I am worried about this geeky nerd.” The meek sound of another woman joined in. There was silence for a few seconds. “She is right. Nico is a handsome guy. A dangerous one. He doesn’t spare anyone if you cross him, piss him off, or lie to him. I think that guy is a psychopath.”