Dangerously Yours Trailer Novels & Stories

"Did you really think a pathetic placeholder like Julian Miller could keep you from me? I let you play house. I let you pretend. But the game is over." "Where is my son?" I screamed at the screen, my nails digging into my palms so hard I drew blood. "Where is Leo, you sick bastard?!" "He’s safe. For now," Damian replied, his voice dripping with terrifying amusement. “Your three watchdogs think they can buy your freedom with eight hundred million? I don't want your paper, Lydia. I want my bride." Zane grabbed the tablet, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of pure violence. "Vance. Touch the boy and I will personally rip your spine from your back."

"Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Just let me go." "Desperate? Good." He turned the laptop towards her so that she was staring at the screen. "The Master has sent a contract for you to sign. Do read it carefully, going against the contract in any form might cost not just your life." He moved the censor tapping a picture. "But the lives of those precious to you." The pictures of her family popped up on the screen, then Elsa's. Ivy let out a frightened gasp. "I already promised that I'll cooperate, please don't hurt them. I'm begging--"

Absolutely dangerous. "Yes, sir."

We regrouped at the Belleville safe house, breathless and adrenaline-soaked from the escape. Lena was already pulling up the recording I'd made, her expression growing darker as she listened to Richard's casual discussion of trafficking two hundred people. "This is it," she said, her voice tight with controlled fury. "This is enough to destroy them all. Richard, Evan, Emma, their entire organization. We release this and they're finished." "We can't just release it," Damian said, pacing the small apartment. "If we expose the yacht party before it happens, they'll cancel, scatter, go underground. We'll lose our chance to catch them all at once."

“Be careful who you trust, baby. Damien Voss is more dangerous than you know.” As Ryan walked away, Monalisa felt her powers flare again, this time with anger. A nearby locker door slammed shut by itself.The lines were blurring faster than she could control, and she was caught directly in the middle.

I woke up feeling refreshed, but Axel was still sleeping so I decided to make us breakfast in the kitchen I badly wanted to use, then I went to walk the dog, but I couldn't find him. Axel doesn't make a sound, nor does he look at me, instead he is frozen on the couch, looking at the television on the wall. "Axel?" I call out his name, slowly approaching him. I have a feeling something is wrong. And as soon as I look at the television, I know that I'm right. On the screen, there's a footage of the very known forest back home, and the title reads:"One of the biggest murder mysteries in American history: remains of at least 20 bodies found."

“Is that… what I think it is?” Elena groaned. “Clara—” “That’s her, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, eyes wide. “Scarlett. The mafia queen. The owner of Club Vixen.” Elena said nothing. Clara grinned. “I remember the other night now. That’s who you’ve been thinking about.” Elena’s face turned crimson. “Clara, stop.” “Oh my God, girl,” Clara teased, taking a sip of her drink. “No wonder you were staring like you saw a ghost. She looks even more dangerous in daylight.”

“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.

“You want me to leave you alone, right? To stay clear of anything that concerns you, to erase every memory of us like it never happened? Then you’ll have to agree to the contract, darling.” “What do you mean?” He stepped closer. A slow, dangerous grin stretched across his mouth. “I’ll give you a hundred days to fall in love with me. And mind you, this isn’t some sugarcoated college romance. This is torture. A complete obsession. I’ll pursue you violently till the end of the earth. You won’t be able to hide from me. I’ll be in your head, your body, your soul. I’ll follow you like a devoted puppy invading every breath you take. I’ll completely ruin you, Reese. And watch you crumble till you’re

Glass rains onto the Manhattan skyline. Marcus laughs. “Your father begged me to protect you. Even as he held the gun to his head.” He tosses a USB at my feet. “Watch the rest of the footage. Then decide who the real villain is.” The footage loads on Damien’s burner phone. “Scheherazade Security Footage – 11/15 2:43 AM” My father sobs into his hands. “She’ll never forgive me.” Damien’s voice, younger, raw with grief: “I’ll make sure she never knows.”