Femme Fatale Dangerous Woman Novels & Stories

I just feel him draw back into my mind. “Fuck! Answer me!” He doesn’t. I mull on the word. Different. Different means dangerous. This is a new variable, an unknown factor in the equation. But one thing is clear: this woman is more dangerous than I had initially thought. I need to proceed with caution. She is not merely prey, but a potential threat. The hunt would continue, but with a new level of vigilance.

she just shot someone dead. "Oh my God. What did I just do." Gunshots erupts from the other side of the club as people scream and shriek. " Fucker." Radon scoffs and pulls Robert's head from the table. He draw out the knife and toss Robert's bleeding body on the floor like a rag doll. " Did he tell you?" She ask Radon fighting it hard not to freak out at the people she just killed. She's no longer a mobster's girlfriend , She's now a murder. Oh God.

Mae breathe out in relief but that was only shortlived as another reason for her to panic came up again. "Who else does he have tailing me Damian?" "Just me, for some months now." Mae frowned, "why?" "The boss thinks that there is no reason to keep hovering over you, everyone in town knows that you belong to him and so far so good, you have been a good girl and have not attempted to leave this town". Mae snickered. "like I could even if I'd wanted to." "Look Mae, this mafia life is dangerous. I know they assure protection but I want you and the father of your baby to be done with his family as soon as you can get your bearings and hide your identities well".

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

Not only that, she talked to most men int the room. Definitely, she was using her beauty to attract more men in this party. Bill Sky was sure that this kind of girl is a scheming one and can’t be trusted. One thing he hated the most were those women who used their beauties to allure men and demand things in return. Bill Sky believed that, the most beautiful woman in the world is the most dangerous. He disgusts her in his mind.

The pain was too much and it made her numb. "What you hate me? No, I hate you more than anything." He said and looked very evil. He was really happy after seeing him so devastated. She looked at him and said, "You'll pay for this." She got up after placing Mr. K's head down carefully. "And I'll make you pay." She said and pointed the gun towards him. Her eyes were red and the pain was visible through them. She was right, a wounded tigress was much more dangerous.

But I knew one thing for certain. Catarina Vitale Connelly was the most dangerous woman I'd ever met. And God help me, I'd never wanted anyone more.

Then, she sauntered up to Francis and said, “Oh, really? Is that so? I’ve heard your wife is lovely– very beautiful and an absolute stunner. Do you really think she would get jealous? I doubt she’s that insecure….” “But she has a bad temper and always gets angry with me!” He said as he walked up and lightly held on to her wrist. “Oh… so…are you saying that you might be afraid of her?” She said, putting her hands on his shoulder, taking on a dominating stance. “Of course I am! Who wouldn't’? She’s a heartbreaker.” He frowned at her and said, “She fears nothing. She worries me, to be honest, with her reckless ways and feminine wiles… so I have no choice.”

was a woman? Something cold slithered down my spine. Because if there was one thing I’d learned tonight, it was that women who hid in the shadows... Were always the most dangerous. I rubbed my thumb over the edge of the invitation. “Interesting,” I muttered. I would love to meet this mysterious woman…

When she heard the door open, she plucked it from her lips and blew out a puff of smoke. The cloud of smoke made her seem paler than she already was and lightly stirred the hair in front of her eyes. Despite the cheerfulness in her almond-shaped eyes, her cold arrogance was visible on her oval face. She was clothed in a black nightgown, bringing out her allure as a mature woman. Femme fatale—that was the best way to describe her. Kiran’s arrival did not fluster her in the least. On the contrary, she gently put out her cigarette in the ashtray and slowly stood up.