Novel & Cerita Dangerous Waters Book

Up out of the dark, and into the dangerous, open freedom of the sea. End of Chapter 17

Since I was the only one with a vampire gene, I would instantly be the killer. "Take caution! We are close to where the few guards are. If you keep running like this, we will be noticed!" My wolf warned in fright, but the urge to get back into the packhouse was so strong, and the adrenaline rushing through my veins wouldn't allow me to slow down even a little bit. "Selene, you are endangering our....." Her voice choked in her throat as we both caught sight of the bodyguards who were guarding the emergency path. We were scared that they would sense our movement and get hold of us, but what we saw was shocking.

The bookstore, once a haven of tranquility, had become the epicenter of a chilling mystery, and I was now on a relentless quest for answers. * I sat alone at the bar of the bookstore, the dim light casting long shadows on the shelves of books. I reached for my phone and dialed Clive’s number, needing a ride home. He reassured me that he was on his way. As I waited on the stool, a sudden vision washed over me. I found myself submerged in water, a relentless force pulling me deeper. Panic set in as I struggled against the mysterious figure determined to drown me. I strained to see the person’s face, only catching glimpses of dark hair and striking green doe eyes. Despite the fear, an inexplica

Dangerous. Waiting.

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes a

Jeremy and I were on our way back from the docks, and it had been a fucking bloodbath out there. The kind that twists your stomach, that coats your lungs with the taste of iron and fury. Our men had been slaughtered, torn apart with what could only have been a knife. Nothing else left wounds like that—deep, cruel, personal. It wasn’t gunfire. It wasn’t tactical. It was savage.

Starting with the bitch behind me. "You should be careful. Get out of here if possible" she says walking to the door and I remain quiet. Pretending to care. "Oh! And Ernesto has his eyes on the dude you came with, anything to land your ass in trouble" * Authors note; Do you enjoy it so far?

she shouted forgetting that she was in the water. She knew how to swim though it wasn't her cup of tea. She couldn't swim for long hours and now... the only way to get out of that Sea was to swim for hours. That too, it was very dangerous since she couldn't see anything as it was so dark. She could barely see, let it be the rip currents, the sharks or monster waves but she was sure that the Sea was really never safe especially during night hours. The moment she thought about predatory animals in the water, it was when she realized she wasn't safe at all. She could be fed on any any moment.

His grip tightened on my wrist and for the first time, I was truly afraid. I was alone, with a man twice my size, with anger capable of anything, I was so damn afraid. My heart lurched and the tears fell, “I hate you. I hate him,” And suddenly at a slight nod from Nik to the driver car began to pick up speed. “Artymov, what are you doing,” I was shattered as memories forced themselves into my mind, I heard the screeching of the care, tires eating away at road. The scream and skid, the crash and then nothing

Clearing my thoughts, I focused on the book again but stopped reading aloud. When the boat reached the split that Achilles mentioned, I wasn’t sure how to ensure the boat kept to the right. I didn’t have an oar to help steer me. I also wasn’t going to chance touching the water since I didn’t know what dangers lurked beneath the water.