Dangerously Yours Trailer Novels & Stories

I laughed. “It looks like those photos of the milky way.” “In a good or bad way.” “In a way you could get lost staring into your eyes.” “Very romantic.” I smiled and leaned back in the seat. Danger was quiet as he drove the rest of the way. He stopped, pulling into what seemed like a parking garage. Getting out, he opened the door for me and I jumped out. Following him to the elevator, he closed the gate and was waited as it rose up. It got to a floor and Danger pressed his finger on a thumb print scanner that popped out. He entered a code and the door opened. Loud electronic music was playing and I smelled week old pizza and socks that were dirtier than a week. I wrinkled my nose for a seco

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

he announced. “A man?!” Sara yelled, standing up from her seat. She stood behind the young man who was staring at his laptop screen, zooming the footage for a clearer view. Sara's heart jumped into her stomach as she caught sight of the tall, well built man with long black hair, clad in black sweatshirt and pants. “Ryker!!” She gasped as his face came to view. Her mouth went dry as she scrambled for her phone. “He's getting close, the men might shoot!!” She cried, her hands trembling on her phone.

"It will be hard this time. They are your enemies — and the top mafia family in the world, right now." "I don't fucking care who they are." The words came out low first, and then rose, cracking against the walls of the room like something unleashed. "Lance is mine. And only mine. If I can't have him — no one can have him either." A fist slammed against what remained of the table. "*Shouts.*" "...Boss, but... we have to wait a while." The man on the phone pressed on despite the danger of it, because someone had to. "You recently made your appearance. They're all on alert right now."

“Let’s see if they can reach you before it does.” The prototype lunged. Lena screamed. Level Six — Elias & Alexander Elias dropped to his knees suddenly. Alexander grabbed him. “Elias—hey—HEY! What’s wrong?!” Elias’s eyes widened in horror. “She’s in danger. Something’s coming for her—something strong.” Alexander tightened his grip. “Then we MOVE!” Elias roared, surged to his feet— And blasted the last door open with a flash of gold. They ran. Down the stairs.

He replied and that guy caught on pretty quickly. "Oh so the girl you asked me to look for is her?" He asked as he connected all the dots. Troy nodded and looked at him waiting for an update on the task that was given to him. "I'm sorry, I found no updates on her." He said and Troy sighed but a part of him was expecting that. "Was she also a criminal?" The guy asked in a nervous tone. Troy's face lit up as he heard that question. "Yeah she was, one of the most dangerous ones." He said as he smiled cunningly as he remembered the things about the love of his life.

"His security team once hospitalized someone who tried to break into his house. The guy wound up a months-long coma with broken ribs and a shattered kneecap. It's impressive, but I wouldn't say he's perfect." Only Sloane would think putting a guy in a coma was impressive. "Trust me, I know. I'm not the one you have to convince," I muttered. Not that Dante's notorious ruthlessness mattered to my family. He could shoot someone during rush hour in midtown Manhattan and they'd say the person deserved it. "I don't understand why you agreed to any engagement at all." Sloane shook her head. "You don't need your parents' money. You can marry who you want and there's not a thing they can do about t i

"I'm just trying to figure out why women casually announce things like that." I folded my arms. "My point still stands." "And mine does too." "If your place isn't safe, then I'll leave." Damiano stopped laughing and looked at me as though I had just announced plans to swim with sharks. "And go where?" "I don't know." "Exactly." He moved toward the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and twisted the cap open. "Jax," he began before taking a sip, "you're involved with dangerous people. There's Charles, his brothers, Jackson, Nathalie and God knows who else. At this point, nowhere is completely safe."

She opened the first video. The café. Clear audio this time. No emotional editing. No sympathy soundtrack. Just conversation. Zainab saying: “There are people involved in this who don’t lose.” Then Amara’s voice calmly answering: “Who exactly were you protecting?” The clip ended there. Short. Precise. Devastating. Amara looked up slowly. “She’s finished.” Damian’s expression remained unreadable. “No,” he said quietly. “Now she becomes dangerous.” Across Lagos, inside a luxury apartment overlooking the dark Atlantic, Zainab Balogun threw her phone across the room hard enough to crack the wall beside a painting she had once pretended to understand.