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"Drink up. Let the music take over." "I will try," Vittoria said, taking a sip. The liquid burned her throat, but she welcomed the warmth. "But why did that man in the gray suit let us in? He looked at me like he knew me." "Maybe he saw how gorgeous you look in that green dress," Hannah teased, clinking her glass against Vittoria's. "Stop worrying and enjoy the night." "I want to," Vittoria said, her heart rate finally starting to slow down. "It is just hard to turn off the voice in my head. I always feel like something bad is about to happen."

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

He looks nervous. “This is… incredible, Leo,” I say, and I mean it. My gallery director’s mind is already whirring, thinking of connections, potential shows. “The tension in this piece… it’s breathtaking.” His shoulders relax, and that easy smile returns. “Thanks. It’s called ‘Unspoken.’ Kind of fitting, since I never know if people will get it.” “I get it,” I say softly, running a finger along a cool, curved metal surface. It feels like a heartbeat given form.

CHAPTER 5: HE LOOKS UNACCEPTABLE WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Every minute that he stayed longer in there, watching them, the more his mood worsens. He can not let that man get close to her. His eyes flickered with dangerous killing intent and a ruthless smile found its way on his lips making his already handsome appearance appear more attractive, breathless.

He pecked her forehead and slept beside her, his arms wrapped around her and they both snuggled close to each other. The next day she was going to the office after having breakfast. Troy was beside her and they both were going to leave for their office. Suddenly, they heard the news headlines of the news playing on the TV that James was watching, "A series of kills took place in Asia, all of which were similar to one another. They are suspected to be performed by the same person. A feeling of fear is created among people across Asia." She glanced at the TV and it showed a picture of a guy dressed in black holding a knife. It was an imaginary picture of the killer. She smiled and walked outsi

"are you sure?" I nodded almost immediately. He leaned in slowly , taking his phone out of his pockets, swiped through it for a few seconds before handing it over to me. I took it and look into what he was trying to show me. I gasped loudly, covering my mouth with my palm. It was a picture of the dead store owner. He was in a pool of blood and then 1…2…3…..4…I wasn’t even sure how many there was as I counted multiple stab marks on his body. He stabbed him to death! Not once and not twice. I swiped through other pictures and each time I had to draw myself back from throwing up. I placed the phone on the table with shaky hands. "Are you okay?" concern was clear in detective Roman's voice and

Even just to move her mouth or open her eyes Bella felt inadequate. She really felt that she was on the verge of life and death now. #Hello. Thank you for reading Dangerous Man until recently. If you wish, please give a review of this story. This will really help me to be better in the future. Thank you♥️

"Are you sure you want to drive? Kinda far away, you know, Shell? And it's midnight already," said Satya anxiously as soon as Shello got into the driver's seat and fastened the seatbelt. "It’s okay. It's not like we have a choice. You left your wallet, right? So lucky we realized it now. Try if we find out later when the police stop the car."

I only had a spoonful of mushroom soup for dinner, and hunger made my brain foggy and my intentions dangerous. The hallway was long and quiet, the kind of quiet that always means something’s about to go wrong in a house full of spoiled men with questionable morals. The kind of quiet that makes doors look tempting and shadows downright frightening. I moved like a saint with a dirty secret, one palm brushing the paneled wall like it might whisper the right direction.