Gerard Way Danger Days Novels & Stories

"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."

Sweat the size of a corn seed poured down the guards' foreheads. They did not expect, in front of their eyes right now was one of the largest mafia members in the country. And that terrible man was—, "Lu—Lucy ...." . . . Hi ... thanks for reading 'Dangerous Man', sorry for the inconvenience. I will revise the previous chapter to make it even better. Don't forget to leave your review guys!: D

"You… You're back? You didn't die over there?" Without saying a single word, I called the police. It turned out that Gabby had been trying to take control of my assets, so she conspired with the bone-setting clinic in Bisea. She wanted to ruin my reputation for good, hoping I would take my own life out of shame. That way, she could take over all my assets. Gabby had even purchased accidental death coverage on me, naming herself as the beneficiary. Gabby probably didn't expect everything to backfire on her. Once I had secured the evidence, I took her to court. I wanted her to pay for the harm she had caused me many times over.

A man with his back against the wall, with nothing to lose is absolutely the worst kind of dangerous. “Javier if you don’t put that damn gun down--” grandfather said then stopped abruptly as a car barrelled through the yard. In an instant there was a fight going, gunshots all over. I wasn’t waiting the fuck around to find out anymore!! My bare feet moved in huge leaps until I was pulling the driver’s side door closed and reaching for the gear shift. Movement was all over, screams, shouts. I didn’t know who was who and what was what! *You can’t leave mate!! Nooo,* my wolf screamed.

The way his deep, baritone voice terrified every inch of my body. He didn't blink. He didn't even have to. He just stood there, staring hard at me like he was observing some fascinating specimen under a microscope. And yet again, it was exciting because of how alive he made me feel. Like the young, naive college girl I was six years ago, something I never felt with Carter or anyone else. Only this time, it was more dangerous and wild. “You wanna bet on it?” I narrowed my eyes. “Huh?” “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.”

Different day. Until the day Gerard called. It was an unknown number, but I recognized Gerard’s voice the moment he spoke. “What do you want?” My tone was sharp. “Mario’s not doing well,” he said without greetings. “He’s drinking himself into a stupor, making reckless decisions. He’s ignoring calls from the cartel bosses, and if this keeps up, it’s only a matter of time before they come looking for him.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “He won’t even fuck other women, Sylvia. He just sits there, drunk out of his mind, mumbling your name.”

"Apparently you promised him a little visit each day if he wasn't going to lay off of Sophie. Cut his fingers off one by one, he said." Fucking Tom. I make myself a promise to make the threat come true when I get back to Spokane. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I yell and manage to dodge his next hit, but not for long because I feel him kick my stomach again. I feel pretty fucking nauseous at this point. "Don't fucking yell at me!" Grayson shouts. "I'm not a fucking idiot! Did you think I was going to let you move and quit this gang?! Fuck no! The first opportunity you'd have, you'd tell the cops everything!"

Day 21 : The dog Tag A day has passed since she heard from the commander that Sergeant Herrera was already gone, he is nowhere to found and no remains have shown, she hopes is still that one of this day they will find the Sergeant and he is being back again. Her hopes keep in her heart. It’s a long day to her without a food to taste to fill her empty stomach and less time of sleeping, she comes to run over the military trucks coming hoping that they have already found Sergeant Herrera. She falls to weaken every time there is no news about him there are times she froze a moment in a middle of the crowd and sees nothing all that she heard are the mournful of the wounded soldiers and the childr

It wasn't her business what Idris was up to. "Yo, what's up?" Idris answered, trying to sound casual. "It's bad, man," his boy replied. "We got caught in the act, and the cops are on our tail. We need a way out, ASAP." Idris could feel his heart racing as he tried to come up with a plan. He looked behind him to see if Natasha or Maria were around. "Where are you now?", he asked as he stepped forward, rubbing his forehead in confusion.

“Me too. But fear keeps us alive—it keeps us sharp.” She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Promise me we’ll make it through.” Luca kissed her forehead. “We will. For Damien. For us.” ⸻ But as the weeks passed, the enemy grew bolder. Ryan’s network, though crippled, retaliated with savage force—attacking safe houses, threatening loved ones, and sowing distrust. One evening, Elena sat alone in the safe house, scrolling through messages when an anonymous text arrived: “You’re not as safe as you think. Watch your back.”