Dangerous Woman Book Novels & Stories

I can only think how tall this man is, and how his skin sent a tingling sensation that strange me, and even the hardness of his muscle feel through my back is such a shocking and comforting. I was fully surrounded by darkness. It's a kind of darkness that embrace my crumbled peaceful world and is now no way of fairytale. And the dread only intensified... This person is no way of comforting, he is far dangerous than the woman itself! I'm screaming inside. It didn't help how I fear the bloody thing that the woman have already done before me, and the very evidence that is the bloody footprint! And I'm so sure, I meet all the requirements for her so-called opportunity of a bloody ends!

Although, I'm guessing they haven't told the alpha because he has not been here to demand I be with his son. I open the book to stop thinking of Damian and just like the previous one, this book illuminates and the pictures form right above the pages. I see a very beautiful woman. Her hair was styled upwards, reaching the stars with her crown of hair. Naked as they were, her skin looked soft to the touch as it glistened with sweat. Thousands of wolves behind her as she stood tall, looking past me. I see a man, with crazy blue eyes and strong shoulders. He tries to attack the beautiful woman but she anticipates his moves and blocks them everytime. This seems to annoy the man and he goes after

And very soon, Lucas Valeriano and every woman foolish enough to think they had won everything would realize exactly how dangerous and deadly a woman could become… when she finally stops loving and starts protecting herself instead. To be continued

And I had learned it young. And after that lunch with Vivian weeks ago, I had known. I had come to only one conclusion. She was a dangerous woman. She was sly. A very sly fox. The kind of woman who smiled sweetly while sharpening her claws and waiting for the right opportunity to tear you apart. The kind who would do anything to get what she wanted, no matter who got hurt in the process. That was the kind of woman Vivian Hale was. That lunch replayed in my mind now, clear as day. Her laughter. Her flattering but careful words. The way she had leaned in and had given me that subtle warning disguised as an advice.

"Because I'm trying to figure out how one woman gets more dangerous every time someone tries to kill her." She stilled, not big, but enough. Her fingers curled on the table edge. The mist got thicker around her boots reactive. It's interesting. Lyra turned to face me. For a second queen slipped. Enough to see the woman under. Not weak, never just real, tired and heavy.. Shes standing anyway. "You think I'm dangerous now?" It's quiet and almost curious. I stepped closer not touching. Close enough it meant something. "Yes." It's no lie, no show, the truth.

Among the papers on the floor was a black leather notebook. I picked it up, with the intention of putting it back but a page fell open. I looked at it and immediately, my breath caught. It was a list. It had names, dates, instructions and photos. Photos of women… beautiful submissive women, tied with ropes, gagged, eyes filled with lust and fear. I wanted to drop it back immediately, but curiosity had the better side of me, so I told myself just one more page then I'll drop it back. And then I flipped over to the next page.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

And now, I was trapped with two men who were supposed to keep me safe, but who felt just as dangerous as the threat outside. I didn’t know it then, but that was the night everything changed. The night I stopped being Aria Sinclair, the reckless heiress who played with danger for fun. Because danger? It was about to play with me

“I know, babe. I get it. Don’t worry, okay?” She nodded against his chest, but her thoughts were somewhere else — at the club, with the woman whose voice still echoed in her mind. Later that night, when Raphael was asleep, Elena sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through her phone. She typed Scarlett’s name into the search bar. Scarlett Voss — The Queen of Club Vixen. Articles filled the screen: rumors, whispers, and headlines about her empire — her power, her wealth, her danger. There were stories about the people who crossed her and disappeared, stories about her charm that could destroy anyone foolish enough to fall for her.

She nodded once, tiny, and I left the plan to the men and the immediate problem to my arms. But I was thinking ahead. I would not let anyone — witches, men, power-hungry fools — move against my woman without me making the cost heavy. The world had just been reminded that there were things stronger than powder and more ancient than petty greed. Tonight the house had shown me something I had not wanted to see: that the woman I had taken into my life was not simple. She was dangerous and deep and necessary, and if this was a sin, I would learn to live within it.