Dangerously Unusual Novels & Stories

That bitch did nothing but touch my nipples, and I was rocking a hard-on from that! Thank goodness my dick was wise enough to wait until the danger was well out of view. Yes, that was exactly the description I could give Giulia: DANGEROUS... And the danger was something I was accustomed to, after all, I literally exchanged bullets in close range with fuckers for a living, but when danger came with a mixture of a feeling I couldn't place my mind on, that was real DANGER! I was housing a stranger in my house, allowing her access to almost all the chambers (even my room!!!!) and now letting her get me up—and leave me unsatisfied?

But something far more dangerous. Hope.

“I'll wait for you there. See you, Kim!” Arriving at the coffee shop, I immediately ordered my favorite Americano. It seemed like a cozy place to refresh my mind. I pulled out my notebook, ready to continue yesterday’s research on Clostridium botulinum. It amazed me how something so tiny could pose such a massive threat to life. Shit! Even while working, I couldn’t stop thinking about that man. Who the hell was he? I was losing my mind, obsessing over him. This wasn’t like me. Even when Pedro kissed me before, it didn't have the same effect as that mysterious man.

"Houn-" "Where the fuck are they, Hazard?" she asked with a hint of lividity. Rhounzi has now come to a realization about Hazard's real persona; how hazardous he could be just to get her back. She loved a Hazardous man and now... her heart wouldn't stop wreaking havoc even though it can clearly see the caution sign her mind kept on playing. "Oh, god... This feeling seems more rather hazardous than Hazard himself."

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos

, Dianne said. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💔💖💔💔💔💔💔 “Everything is all set sire”, Jasper the right hand man to the most dangerous man in earth and beyond said. “Good King Maximilian will regret the day he decided to ever cross my path I want no soul spared” a figure In the darkest part of the room said🔥💖.

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

As I stepped into the hallway, my legs felt like jelly, but I kept moving, each step taking me farther from the den of vipers—and closer to the secrets I needed to uncover. _________ The first thing I did when I got back to my apartment was lock the door and double-check the windows. My hands were still shaking, and every shadow felt like it was moving, like someone was watching me. I leaned against the door, exhaling sharply, and pressed a hand to my forehead. I’d barely escaped the Esposito mansion, but the memory of Alessandro’s piercing green eyes lingered, burning into my thoughts. He was dangerous, too dangerous. Yet there had been something else—a flicker of intrigue, of something I c

“…has to be something it can’t even recognize.” And somewhere— beyond the system— the unknown felt it. For the first time— not just unpredictability. But something else. Something deeper. Something dangerous. Something… irrational. And for the first time— the outcome wasn’t just uncertain. It was undefined.

I might not be able to keep my distance anymore. And that was the most dangerous risk of all. ***