Dangerous Woman Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Shh... it's okay. We'll hide, you'll be safe with me." Katheryn could see the mama open the secret door, then run inside with her daughter. Katheryn winked. At first, she wanted to follow, but she was more curious about the sound of the gun firing outside. Her whole body shook with fear. "W-was there a murder here?" she asked fearfully. She walked slowly towards the balcony. A rush of wind directly hit her body, which was wrapped in a black satin nightgown. Katheryn was cold, but her heart felt even colder than when her eyes saw how the man who had been called Papa by the pretty girl fell on his back with a hole in his head.

K was just a few minutes away. "Don't worry she's poisoned and hurt, she won't be able to anything to us..." Sam assured them as the others were terrified or at least pretending to be terrified. "Don't you know? A wounded tiger is even more dangerous." She said and stared directly into his eyes, he got a cold shiver just from that as he got a glimpse of how dangerous she was.

‎“Dangerous.” ‎That got his attention. ‎“Dangerous how?” ‎I exhaled. ‎“I don’t know. Just—” I shook my head. “The kind of beautiful that makes you feel like you should stay away.” ‎Seb stared at me for a second. ‎Then smirked slowly. ‎“Oh, you’re in trouble.” ‎“I’m not in anything.” ‎“You are,” he said confidently. “You just met some mystery woman, refused her money like an idiot, and now you’re here describing her like she’s about to ruin your life.”

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

She placed it beside the folded divorce papers she had prepared weeks ago but never found the courage to use. For a long moment, she simply looked at them. Then she signed her name. Regina Kingston. The ink was barely dry when her phone vibrated. Unknown Number. She almost ignored it. Something made her answer. A woman's frightened voice whispered from the other end. "Mrs. Kingston... are you alone?" Regina sat upright immediately. "Who is this?" The woman sounded terrified. As though she was afraid someone might hear her. "You need to leave the mansion." A chill ran through Regina.

“The woman is a dangerous person. If you can make her life more difficult inside, it’ll be good.” “Don’t worry, sir. It can be arranged.”

I was a woman with a bucket, a brush and a partner who was willing to bleed for me. And Kieran Blackthorne was going to find out that a woman with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous person in the room.

“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.

what a fucking woman his whore was. Blazing with lust for this amazing woman, he twisted her hair around his fingers, pulled back forcefully, and with a mighty shove, slammed a good six inches of thick cock up her tight ass. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK! Jesus fucking Christ you're huge! Yes! YES! GOD DAMMIT! Ughhhhh... God!" she squirmed around with six inches of thick cock jammed up her tight little asshole. "Fuck fuck fuck! Jesus! Ughhh... fuck!" she moaned as her ass adjusted to his size.

And I was right because once the fifteen minutes passed, my office door was slammed open and a woman dressed in a short all black gown with flashy red lipstick and disheveled wavy hair walked into my office. Her red heels made a clanking sound as she stormed into my office. Her make up looked ruined and except for the flashy red lipstick on her lips. I assumed that she just put it on without realizing that the rest of her make up wasn't good any longer. "Do your employees already know?" She said in a half yell. "Know what?" I asked, maintaining my composure. "Know the truth!" She snapped. "What does that have to do with you?" I countered. "Why didn't that foolish girl let me in?" She asked,