Dangers Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Not the highlight of my week, I must admit.” Dante’s body vibrated with tension. It lined his jaw and coiled beneath his skin, like a viper waiting to strike. “Did he do anything else?” I shook my head. Oxygen thinned by the second, making each word difficult, but I pushed forward. “Security got there before anyone was hurt. I’m okay. Really.” The last word pitched higher than the rest. The muscle in his jaw ticked again. “You’re shaking.” Was I? I checked. Yes, I was.

“I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?” Clearing his throat, still dense with lust, he sighed. “If I tell you, I put you in danger.” Zoe rolled her eyes. “Oh please, as if that isn’t the oldest line in the criminal’s handbook.” “It’s the truth.” “So, you just expect me to believe that I’m not in a dangerous situation right now?!”

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

I added, soft, slow, dangerous. "Thought I'd catch you before you vanished again."

he said, shrugging, calm as if death itself was a mild inconvenience, “I will not think twice before I act. But I’m… not going to force you.” Tears slid down my cheeks anyway, uncontrolled. I didn’t even know why I was crying. Maybe because he was giving me a choice. Maybe because he wouldn’t leave Claire with me no matter what. Or maybe because the word “danger” had already sunk in, making my stomach twist. Danger? My head snapped up to him. “What do you mean by danger? Who? Who is in danger?” “Claire is in danger,” he said, steady, cutting through my panic like a knife. “And they’re after you.”

Like this was a regular Tuesday for him. He turned and started walking toward the car. And that's when Ella's words came back to haunt me. "Damon is dangerous." Oh God. Oh my God. What if he's not just dangerous in a "bad boy with a motorcycle" way? What if he's dangerous in a "makes people disappear" way?

“The truth, little mate, is that you’re treading dangerous ground.” “Dangerous?” I scoffed, though my hands trembled under the table. “Maybe I’m done pretending I’m safe in a house where secrets fester.” Damien leaned forward, his elbows resting casually on the table, though his eyes glinted with razor-sharp interest. “Careful, sweetheart. There are things in this pack you don’t want to dig up.” My voice sharpened. “And why not? Because they might reveal what all of you are hiding from me?”

Sarah crowed, dealing out new cards. I flipped over my card, revealing a Jack - pretty good, but the lowest face guard. I quickly scanned the others revealed and... it was a tie? "Well now what?" I said, looking between my Jack of clubs and Miranda's Jack of diamonds. "And what about us?" John said. He'd pulled a Two of diamonds, but Sarah had also pulled a Two of spades. "I think you two need to work together to make a dare," Sarah said. "And since John and I tied for lowest , the dare should be for both of us."

"Promise?" "I promise. But, Allison, don’t try to reach me. Just wait for my call." His words set off alarms in my head. Why couldn’t I call him? Was something wrong? "Are you in danger?" I blurted out, the fear creeping into my voice. Clyde chuckled softly. "No, baby. I’m not in danger. It’s the opposite, really." "Opposite? What does that mean?" My anxiety spiked, but Clyde deflected with another soft laugh.

Sasha said. “She's quite dangerous to deal with. Once she finds out the truth, Susan will go extreme to bring me down,” she stated. “What do we do, mother?” Ryker asked anxiously. “She'll definitely get that which she is searching for. And once she finds it, she'll regret ever going to look for it,” Mrs Clyde threatened.