Dangerous Woman Book Novels & Stories

I wanted to push her against the wall and bury my face between her thighs until she screamed. Goddamn, this girl is dangerous. I knew her type. Beatrice was like that. The kind of women that slowly pulled you in until you lost sight of anything else. I called them the sirens. And I wasn’t wrong, if anything, her eyes showed it. “For God’s sake, woman,” I said with a low chuckle, trying to hide how hard I was getting. “Stop biting your lip like that and say something.” “I—I got lost.” I raised an eyebrow, still holding her close. “Indeed.”

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?”

the woman replied leaning closer “what matters is that you stop asking questions. Those files you’re looking for are dangerous and some people would kill just to secure those files for themselves.” Vanessa’s eyes hardened. “And you’re here to warn me huh?” “I’m here to survive,” the woman said simply. “Just like you so keep your eyes wide open and trust no one.” Damien’s voice was a whisper in her ear “well, that’s ominous.” Vanessa nodded slightly. “I have handled worse so you need to keep your distance while watching every one of them.” The woman vanished into the crowd before Vanessa could ask another question. Jacob stepped closer, voice low “Vanessa…”

As the night wore on, conversation drifted toward partnerships, projections, futures. Liam spoke as if he already owned tomorrow. I sipped my wine and listened. Every word he said built the case against him. And as the lights dimmed and dessert arrived, I made a decision that settled deep in my bones. I wasn’t leaving tonight. Not the marriage. Not yet. First, I would finish watching him underestimate me. Because the most dangerous woman in the room is the one no one thinks is playing the game. And I had all the time in the world.

"She's a beautiful woman." "I'm sure," I excused myself and left the room, feeling a sense of relief as the door closed behind me. The guard stationed outside bowed his head in respect, and I walked away, my thoughts racing. As I descended the stairs, I was met by a group of scantily-clad women who walked towards me, yet keeping their distance as my cold glare swept towards them. They all looked hopeful, eager to be chosen as my companion for the night. Something small collided with my stomach. I looked down to see a tiny figure standing in front of me. It was the beautiful woman from the club.

It would fit. I slouch and flipped my book open. Tanner Kingsley, the villain was out to get these innocent women. Kelly and Diane, despite their innocence were such strong women who were fighting to win over male dominance. They wouldn't give up until they uncovered the mystery behind the death of their husbands, narrowly escaping lethal threats and traps. Such bravery and resilience...

I took a deep breath, assessing how fast I could leg it to the Emerson Industries headquarters, it was around the block, a minute sprint at a push, and there weren’t any crossings, I was already on the right side of the pavement. As soon as the doors slithered open I was running, once again like a mad woman who had had an awful morning and was seeking blood. Fresh blood. A bit too vivid but it was all that could keep me going running, I heard hard footsteps behind me, long strides, but not full-blown running. In broad daylight running after a rather tiny woman, would be a death sentence. Especially in central London, where all the macho businessmen and women would cut him down.

“I told you that if I’d wanted to turn you in, I would have a long time ago” “You have to find a way to get out of here so you can take care of your baby Mae”. Mae’s heart was beating fast, she couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or fear. If Damian knows everything about her, who else does? Who else that is loyal to their boss? "I know what is going on in your head, no one else knows anything about you." Mae breathe out in relief but that was only shortlived as another reason for her to panic came up again.

She hurriedly goes for my belt and undoes the buttons of my pants afterward. I pull up the big hoodie she's wearing to expose more metal on her. Three daggers and a gun. They are both silver and have the same initials as her necklace. NV. I think it's time I get to know something about her. I'm so relieved that she's not some helpless girl who does not know how to take care of herself. I'm surrounded by danger and the first thing your rivals go after is the one thing you care for. The moment they know I have a soft spot for this girl, she'll automatically be in deeper shit than she already is.

“Tough night, huh?” “I don’t have time for small talk,” I snapped. “ That's personal information.” Her hand slid onto my thigh. I gritted my teeth. “I can make you forget, Elijah,” she whispered, eyes narrowing. “Forget Laura. Forget all of it.” Her palm moved higher. My hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. Hard. “Don’t.” Her smile faltered, but she recovered fast, licking her lips like a predator. “I see why Laura can’t quit you,” she whispered, leaning closer. “You’re dangerous. Women love dangerous men.”