Dangerously Unusual Novels & Stories

This is not how I wanted to start my new life. As a single mother? , hell no! "You have a womb complication that won't allow you to carry this baby until delivery. Your womb is weak to carry a baby, Nicole. And with how frequently you lose consciousness, it won't be safe for either of you. This baby will drain you and it will be a miracle if any of you survives" "What are you saying, Eli"; it doesn't make sense to me. My headaches have nothing to do with this. I will only believe the completion shit when another doctor confirms it.

He singlehandedly destroyed almost half of them, making sure they were all wiped out. That was how dangerous and deadly he could be whenever he was this furious. He has a special ability—a really lethal one that caused a lot of death while he was growing up. I know he might have been so calm recently, but this man here was once a beast that even his parents were scared of. His presence brought panic and tension, and people would find an excuse to leave. Even though he had changed after the same outraged powers almost made him kill his mother, everyone knew it was still in him and tread carefully.

I needed to make sure that I acted normal didn’t alert them and make them more likely to attack. I could hear my heart beats rattling in my chest, pummelling in my ears and lurching up my throat. I was so close to my door, the garish blood red, that was far too bright but would cost extra for me to change. I was so close, but then of course because the universe seemed intent on destroying my life, I dropped my keys. The clattered sound sparking through the hallway. I reached down to grab it despite it putting me in a vulnerable position. The floor was that smooth sort of linoleum that of course made it so that it was impossible to pick up.

Even though they were living with the Aaron’s, his mother would still go out for a jig or two sometimes. She claimed that she couldn’t be indoors all day doing nothing, she loved the thrill of danger. It kept her alive but could also take her life, now something more dangerous has happened and he was uncertain about her safety. Wether she would make it out of this danger or if the danger would take her away from him. Noah looked over at Sam again and saw that she had abandoned her meal and was dozing off, he looked back and saw that Liam was still strapped on tightly and was still sleeping soundly.

The more I thought he would get farther and farther away and I would never see him again the more I struggled. Now, I understand why love is dangerous. When you love truly, you let go of all your inhibitions. You forget how to be rational. Too much emotion will eat away at you. You give all you've got without thinking how that person could possibly hurt you. And even if you’re already hurting, you’ll still insist. I cried more as the wind blew my way.

" and why not?" "because it's not safe." "yeah and leaving me alone on the streets at age 13 was safe. I'm 21 now. I have trained my entire life. I think it's safe enough for someone like me." "no" "why??" "just because." "just because why?" "because I don't trust you" "you couldn't find a dumber reason." "your so stubborn" "I learned from the best, aka you" "your not joining"

She took out her cell phone and turned on the torchlight and so did Celeb, and they began heading forward through the pathway, at each side were different trees and it was so dark, one can feel danger lurking there. "Katherine, tell me one thing..." Celeb fastened his footsteps to catch up with her, his eyes still darting from left to right. "Why are we here?" He asked. Katherine exhaled sharply, she looked forward. "I’m here to clear my head." She told him and Celeb blinked, it was insane to come to this dangerous place just to clear her head. He made a face and looked at her again. "Hold on," He thought of what she said and spoke out again. "You are here to clear your head when there are l

Someone has been feeding them fear. I try to tell myself it’s only rumor, the sort of small-town gossip that curls up around newcomers and won’t matter a week from now. But the word keeps finding me, slick and cold: dangerous. Dangerous, like a warning pinned to my back. Dangerous, like I’m a splinter in the town’s neat thumbprint.

Everybody at the table looks at me with a mix of fear and anticipation. "I," I start, "detest the idea of being normal." "Me too," says Ves, "after all the work I did. That we all did. And to think that it's looked over like nothing. That will never sit with me." "But," says Pike, "we don't have the power of the government behind us. If we tried anything, there would be consequences." "So?" I ask boldly, "I'm the third most dangerous person in the Northern American continent. I know for a fact that I can handle a lot of things."

As a church orphan in the slums I saw things that I wanted to believe didn’t exist in the world. Oddly, vampires I was fine with. Vampires, Demons, Witches, none of that had me batting an eyelash. Human trafficking, exploitation, bias…….. I may not hede Nicky’s warnings about a number of things. It’s also true that with my conditions, plural, it’s more difficult for me to have a sense of danger. That goes back to association versus dissociation. Unless I’ve experienced something first hand, I don’t have that intrinsic sense of it being dangerous or bad. So many take for granted the fact that they have those normal people filters and use them to avoid painful or uncomfortable situations.