Dangerous The Book Novels & Stories

I said, holding it up to the phone. There was a long pause before Dorian finally spoke. "Eden, you don't understand. This is dangerous. You need to be careful." "What do you mean?" Eden asked, her heart sinking. "The things in that book, they're. . . ," Dorian paused, his voice low and urgent. "There are people out there who will do anything to get their hands on it. You can't just go around showing it to anyone." I felt a chill run down my spine. "Are you saying I shouldn't trust you?"

Dangerous. “Tomorrow.”

It's kind of funny seeing a guy as confident and powerful and dangerous-looking stuttering like a 5 year old, but the situation is stopling me from laughing. He sits there and he doesn't say, or do anything, just sits there for a few long moments; I'm not even sure if he's breathing. And then, all of a sudden, he stands up, pushing the chair bacwards so hard that it falls over, and covers his face with his palms. "Motherfucker." he mumbles to himself and then gives me that dangerous look he has when he's planning to kill someone. Oh boy. "With who? You're pregnant with who?" he roars out and I want to sink into the ground because everybody's eyes are on us.

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

The more I thought he would get farther and farther away and I would never see him again the more I struggled. Now, I understand why love is dangerous. When you love truly, you let go of all your inhibitions. You forget how to be rational. Too much emotion will eat away at you. You give all you've got without thinking how that person could possibly hurt you. And even if you’re already hurting, you’ll still insist. I cried more as the wind blew my way.

Damien looked at her like he regretted saying the words the second they left his mouth. Yet somehow couldn’t take them back. Thunder rolled outside the windows. Neither moved. Vivian should say something. Professional. Reasonable. Safe. Instead she asked softly: “What exactly are you trying to say?” Damien’s jaw tightened. For a second, she thought he might finally say it. Finally break. But Damien Blackwood was a man built entirely from restraint. And restraint won. His expression cooled slightly. “I think Roman Ellis is dangerous.” Coward. The thought came instantly.

For one disoriented second, Lance simply stood there, breath knocked slightly loose, staring up at broad shoulders and a face half-lit by the club's shifting blue light. Something about the stillness of the stranger cut through the haze of alcohol fogging his mind — a quiet, coiled sort of danger that even drunk instincts recognized. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. For a heartbeat, the noise of the club seemed to fall away entirely, leaving only the two of them standing in the wreckage of an accidental collision that felt, somehow, like the beginning of something neither man had been looking for. Behind the stranger, half-hidden by the crowd, a woman's shattered whisper caught

she explained. “Oh, I see. All right, I'm going to Ricardo's house to see Jessica!" Daniel couldn't wait to bring Jessica home. “But—," “But? what?” “I can't take you there. I'm scared because it's too risky. My dad works at Ricardo Group!" her expression worried. “Yes, I can do it myself!” Daniel returned Chelsea's gaze which managed to make her heart race. “Thank you for everything! I'll see Jessica right now.” The man stood up from his seat.

, I asked him That depends upon the risk factor that you want to take because reading this book is not at all good and I would better suggest you to just let it go off and just burn it down because if you try to unravel the mystery of this book then it might try to save itself in process of which it can even harm or can even take your life which won't be good for you”, she explains the answer of my question

I stated my thought loud drinking another glass of wine. Each time I was attacked or kidnapped I was aware of how defenseless I was, yet I did nothing about it. By instinct, weak people should at least have some common sense not to get into the danger zone, a self-preservation mechanism or something. It should prevent from getting inside any situation making me unable to cope with by myself. I guess… I was born without one. My current boyfriend was the most dangerous person I had ever met. I was surrounded by killers, corrupted cops, mafia members, and I decided to ignore every single red light sign, flashing brightly in front of my eyes just so I could get myself coffee!