Dangerously Yours Book Novels & Stories

Today is my third anniversary, the day I had come home early to surprise Alexandre, the very day I will Sophia in my bed. The front door stood open. From upstairs I could hear the unmistakable sounds of pleasure—a woman’s moan, and a man’s deep groan. “Right there, Sophia. Don’t stop.” I stood in my kitchen, champagne and roses in hand, my mind struggling to make sense of everything. But whatever force had brought me back, one thing was certain: I would make those two lying bastards pay. Whether this was the underworld, another universe, or some impossible second chance, Sophia and Alexandre would finally know the fury of a grieving mother.

I snapped the book shut, just as I heard my mother screaming from the doorway at me, panicked and breathing heavily, but I didn’t let go of it, hugging it tightly. “No!” “What do you mean ‘no’?? That’s very dangerous, put it down, it’s not for you to mess around with it!!” She was scolding me like I was a little child, but I had no intention of letting go of it. It belonged to me; I could sense that. “Mother, calm down!” I told her with a calm and steady voice. “Josie, you don’t understand!! That book is dangerous!! It contains magic like no other… it can pervert your mind, if you don’t handle it carefully!!”

Julian recognizes it as the version he sent after midnight, when exhaustion made him careless enough to stop removing every personal line. She taps the pages. “This is beautiful.” “You usually say that before something cruel.” “It is also dangerous.” “There it is.” Sarah picks up the first page. “This reads as though you are writing from inside the wound.” “The story became personal.” “That does not mean the article can become private correspondence.” “It isn’t.” Sarah looks at him. Julian exhales. “Some of it might be.” “Most of it is.” She reads one marked sentence aloud. “He has begun telling the truth where people can hear it, but public courage does not automatically heal the person who

It would fit. I slouch and flipped my book open. Tanner Kingsley, the villain was out to get these innocent women. Kelly and Diane, despite their innocence were such strong women who were fighting to win over male dominance. They wouldn't give up until they uncovered the mystery behind the death of their husbands, narrowly escaping lethal threats and traps. Such bravery and resilience...

“That’s what terrifies them about you, Ava. It’s not just that you survived. It’s that you chose your own weapons, and dare to love anyway.” I flushed, but didn’t look away. “Damian Blackwood, are you calling me dangerous?” He rolled, pinning me gently, eyes aflame. “I’m saying you’re the most dangerous person I know. Because you make me want things I never believed were possible—because with you, I want everything. And I’ll destroy any threat to that, even if it’s only the world’s opinion.” The afternoon stretched and softened, marked only by the lull of rain and the slow, languid ache of having no need to be anywhere but here.

I couldn't stay any longer. “She’s unwell, Jessica,” he said gently, grabbing my arms and pulled me to his chest. “She’s manipulative!” I shot, wriggling away from him. “She’ll come around, just give her time—" I turned to him with a glare. “And I’m supposed to what? Be okay with her playing mind games while you sit back and pretend she’s harmless?” “She won’t hurt you. I won’t let her.” “You said it yourself—she’s dangerous. She’s obsessed with you, Vince. That’s not going to go away just because you think she'll come around!"

I said, holding it up to the phone. There was a long pause before Dorian finally spoke. "Eden, you don't understand. This is dangerous. You need to be careful." "What do you mean?" Eden asked, her heart sinking. "The things in that book, they're. . . ," Dorian paused, his voice low and urgent. "There are people out there who will do anything to get their hands on it. You can't just go around showing it to anyone." I felt a chill run down my spine. "Are you saying I shouldn't trust you?"

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♥️

" 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"

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.