Dangerously Unusual Novels & Stories

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

"Then we let her keep spending her money to create waves we will never sail in. If it's Richard, then we'll do the same. But..." "We have to prepare for if it's neither." "We do. I have seen things like this on television, you know? Crazies that construct stories of people in their heads and form these unhealthy obsessions. Then, they stalk and even kill the people they obsess over. This looks like that." Kali picked up the card and read it before saying, "I hate everything about this." "As you should. If it's someone we know, like my mom there won't be much malice past trying to get us to turn against each other. If it's a stranger, then we are going to have problems."

But, for some strange reason, I really cannot just help being afraid of what they might want to do to him if he doesn't let me go. I can't even begin to imagine the dangerous enchantment or whatever they are going to perform. Witches and wizards are not the kind of creatures you are to mess or drive home with, getting entangled in their affairs. Whenever they want to be dangerous, especially at times like this, it is always unpredictable and so uncontainable. It would definitely be something that the normal fragile mind will not be able to bear.

It's kind of funny seeing a guy as confident and powerful and dangerous-looking stuttering like a 5 year old, but the situation is stopling me from laughing. He sits there and he doesn't say, or do anything, just sits there for a few long moments; I'm not even sure if he's breathing. And then, all of a sudden, he stands up, pushing the chair bacwards so hard that it falls over, and covers his face with his palms. "Motherfucker." he mumbles to himself and then gives me that dangerous look he has when he's planning to kill someone. Oh boy. "With who? You're pregnant with who?" he roars out and I want to sink into the ground because everybody's eyes are on us.

“Find out where she lives.” The women stiffened. Lana blinked. “General, you mean.....” “Track her. Quietly. Carefully. No confrontations. No suspicion.” “But why?” one waitress whispered. Therin looked at her, expression unreadable. “Anything that doesn’t smell like it belongs in this world is either a danger… not normal.” None of them spoke. They knew what that meant. Not normal shifted wars. Not normal changed destinies. Keys unlocked things that should never be opened.

Sam and Noah were nowhere to be seen and the atmosphere was pretty calm so they were confused about what Sam wanted to do and how he was going to attack this time. A rumor spread among people that the last item was very unusual and attractive. Everyone was excited about the last item and that moment finally arrived after a long wait. The host announced that the last and the most unusual item was about to be presented. The curtains opened and everyone gasped at what they saw behind it. They all were left shocked.

Little did she know that some men had to learn the hard way. Marianne quickly came back to the present and heard a sound in the distance travelling so fast it struck her ear drums in a second, she turned to her right and was jolted to see a huge construction like truck headed right for them while hooting and trying to stop before there was a collision. With how close Marianne was to the road without realizing, it was too late to change course and hit the brakes.She braced for impact and prayed her baby would survive what was next, nothing else could be done.

Even just to move her mouth or open her eyes Bella felt inadequate. She really felt that she was on the verge of life and death now. #Hello. Thank you for reading Dangerous Man until recently. If you wish, please give a review of this story. This will really help me to be better in the future. Thank you♥️

They were definitely going to try and use Desiree against me. My eyes flicked to the bar, catching the gaze of the handsome stranger. He leaned against the counter, a half-empty glass in hand, his gray eyes fixed on me, his expression unreadable. Interesting. He hadn't joined the chorus of disbelief. Perhaps he wasn't as dense as his opening line suggested. "Tonight," I announced, my voice ringing with conviction, "marks a new era. An era of innovation, of bold decisions, and of unwavering progress." I let that sink in, watching the seeds of uncertainty and fear take root in their eyes.

"And I'm going to keep telling you that until you believe me." She did let me pay this time, at least, before walking me back to my car. My hand slipped inside hers as she told me about her least favorite patient who was scheduled to come in that afternoon. "I don't know what disease I'm going to have to talk to him out of this time around. I'll guarantee he's been on the web researching some bizarre Radislanski-Chung Syndrome or something." I giggled. "Really?" "Oh, yeah. The sad thing is that he's actually really healthy for a seventy-year old."