Femme Fatale Dangerous Woman Novels & Stories

Armani grinned, then he raised his hands in the air in surrender while Cacilia smirked at me and licked her lips, giving one of her shitty shuddering looks. “What?! We were enjoying the scenery, that is all. You look beautiful today, when we met the first time, I had so much on my mind and I didn’t get the chance to check you out, but today, god you look delicious.” The woman said in a very deep, seductive voice and I couldn’t help the shudder that ran through my entire body. I felt threatened by her. Now I don’t mind other men’s looks. Hers was worse, is she lesbian, or bisexual? What the fuck is going on?

“Cold when he wanted to be. Charming when he needed to be. Dangerous in a way women couldn’t resist.” She let the last sentence hang, like perfume. Then she smiled again, slow and indulgent. “He always has playthings,” she said. “The flavour of the month. And the more dangerous the woman is, the more interested he is.” Dangerous. That was her new tactic. Paint me as a thrill. A risk. A temporary indulgence. Something he would tire of. Something he would discard the moment it stopped being exciting. She leaned back, crossing her legs again, and her gaze slid to my stomach.

"She literally bought the house next door! Doesn't sound like someone who has moved on to me. It sounds like a creepy obsessed woman who will do anything to be close to you! She's dangerous!" "And you are dramatic." "Dani, listen to me." Camille turns to look at me. "Vanessa is dangerous. She has tried to kill Damien's exes before. Be careful around her. Or she will try to kill you too." ****

she revealed. “Oh,” he said, nodding his head. “You're the only person who knows of this,” she explained. “I understand. And Vanessa? There were rumors surrounding her case too,” he said. “That was a mistake. He didn't mean to kill her. She overstepped her boundaries,” she said, rolling her eyes. He gulped and nodded. “I hope Sasha is safe,” he said with a smile. “Oh yes, Sasha knows the game. She is smart and knows how to keep a man. She is the first woman I've seen Ryker go head over heels for,” she related with a smile.

The only woman who got his love is his ex-wife who is now gone. "Are you going to rape me? Why don't you just kill me!"Jessica stared in disgust. "No! I'm not going to hurt you or get people to like you! Don't try to escape or kill yourself!"Lexi said. The more Jessica said, the more he felt excited. The room door opened. Mrs. Anna came into the room. She found Lexi and a girl sitting on the bed as they was hiding something. The mother was present at an inopportune moment, at a time when his lust was on top.

That would only make his job harder. With her long dark brown hair pulled up in a pile of curls, wearing a pale pink sleeveless dress that skimmed her rounded curves and ended just below her knees and those fragile high heels that emphasized a very sexy pair of legs, she looked about as tough as Barbie. Her face was too open, her startling light green eyes unique enough to draw attention, and worse, they gave away her every thought. Right now they regarded him with a wary light, probably because he looked less than pleased.

Glenda kept asking herself how a woman could do something so evil like that. "How could a woman take down a grown man, trained in combat like that?" Glenda asked. She still can't wrap her around what she saw. "Element of surprise. With the right opportunity, even a sweet like you take down a man." Mike responded after sitting at the couch. "And don't underestimate the power of a woman with strong focus. I can give you a list of dangerous women who killed more than most men." One of their friends responded. "I just wish the police can finally catch that serial killer." Glenda added.

"No, I'm not. I'll take care of it myself." "But, Logan. You're going to put yourself in danger if you keep the woman who's going to kill you here." Vittoria opposed his decision. "She won't be able to kill me, Vittoria. Believe me. Even when there was a chance she didn't do it." Vittoria breathed heavily. "Still I think this is a bad idea. Given the word 'bad', you will not believe the similarities between you are." "What do you mean?" Logan squinted at the woman in a grey knitted tank top with her black leather jacket.

A video played—grainy, taken by a security camera in a distant city. A woman, dressed in black, walked through a crowded marketplace. She didn’t rush. Didn’t hide. Didn’t even pretend to blend in. She moved like someone who feared nothing. Her eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, never lowered. People parted around her instinctively—like animals sensing a predator. Lena whispered, “Is that her?” Cassandra nodded. “Sable recorded two days ago. She’s not running anymore. She’s hunting.” Alexander took a slow breath. His voice was deadly calm.