Dangerously Yours Book Novels & Stories

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri

“I am dangerous, baby. But only to everyone else. To you? I’m yours. Always.” His kiss crashes against mine—rough, filthy, claiming—and I melt into him, tasting blood and smoke and everything forbidden To Be Continued...

“I stood there watching him. He was going to run a path through the floor if I don't go over there and stop him. So I walked over to him, touching his arm. He looked down at his arm, then looked up at me. “Vegas, look. I think I need to send you back home to the pack house. This is going to get real dangerous, and I don't want you getting hurt. It's bad enough that Kayla got taken; goddess knows what this motherfucker is doing to her right now.” I was stunned when he said that. What is this man thinking? Dangerous? I chuckled to myself. That's my middle name, Dangerous. He waited for me to say something. I guess me not saying anything means he thinks I agreed to go home.

The city—vibrant, dangerous, unpredictable—had never felt more alive… or more theirs. Together.

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

About the way he'd looked when he'd called me that last time, scared and alone. "Everyone has secrets," I said instead. "Some are just more dangerous than others." "Are yours dangerous?" *Yes. More dangerous than you could imagine.* "I don't know," I said. "That depends on who you ask." He stepped closer, and I could see the gold flecks in his eyes. Could smell his cologne mixed with smoke and whiskey. "I'm asking you." The honest answer would have been simple. *Yes, I'm dangerous. Yes, I'm here to destroy you. Yes, I'm the enemy you're looking for.*

She snapped immediately. "Please don't do it, I'll do whatever you want please " he stuttered. "Ofcourse you'll do what ever I want, you can start by deleting that article you're writing about my client it's a little too, hmm revealing " she said and he nodded frantically as he quickly picked up his phone, with shaky hands he began to delete every article he had ever writing , infact he cleared all his drafts out of fear . "For your own sake you better not be lying to me" she said immediately he told her he was done, and he nodded repeatedly scared to death .

My mood was spoiled at that moment, immediately after I heard the news I was heartbroken and engaged. Seems like the rogue wolves indeed want a battle between them and me. "Attack? Gosh!" I knew it. "Never panic! Ezra is a man and would surely find his way back to the pack." I uttered with a time of confidence. "Yes, Alpha," Helena responded, rising from her kneeling. I lifted my gaze after hearing the sounds of the door slamming against its hinges. "Damien!"I cooed. That bastard has been on my nerves and has been searching for opportunities on how to dispose of me off my pack but I bet he's just a piece of cake and I'm going to teach some more lessons if Ezra does not return tonight.

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

“I told you that if I’d wanted to turn you in, I would have a long time ago” “You have to find a way to get out of here so you can take care of your baby Mae”. Mae’s heart was beating fast, she couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or fear. If Damian knows everything about her, who else does? Who else that is loyal to their boss? "I know what is going on in your head, no one else knows anything about you." Mae breathe out in relief but that was only shortlived as another reason for her to panic came up again.