Dangerous The Book Novels & Stories

"Dangerous how." "Dangerous like people have already been hurt. Dangerous like the less specific I am, the safer you are, and I hate saying that sentence because it sounds like every movie where the man turns out to be lying." I put the glass down untouched. "I'm not going to lie to you. But there are pieces I'm not going to hand you, because handing them to you puts you on a list, and you don't belong on it."

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“It’s my first time I’ve seen him fancy someone. I think, obsessed. That’s the right word to use.” The way he’s looking at me is as if he pities me. I think I should be pitied though, for catching the attention of someone as Ryan. I have always known that Ryan is sick in the head. My encounters with him back in college and recently says it all. I also know that those good boy acts he played back in college were just a facade. I saw something else hidden inside of him. Something dangerous.

“Easy? Or dangerous? There’s a difference.” I leaned back stretching one leg out, the picture of casual power even though my rib still ached where he’d shoved me earlier. “Dangerous is only dangerous if you can’t control it and Damien…” My lips curved. “He’s controllable. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

And somehow, that was the most dangerous thing of all. THE END.

“That's not good.” “Why is that?” I ask with a shaky voice, trembling with anticipation at feeling him press my entrance down there, not in my sensitive spot that begs for his touch. “Because it's dangerous.” He murmurs again, with a tone shaky as mine, pressing my lip down, rubbing his fingertip against my teeth. “I like dangerous.” I trap his finger between my teeth and circle the tip with my tongue, wetting it. “Hah, girl… I won't let you get away, even if you cry out.”

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

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.