Haha Im In Danger Novels & Stories

I close my eyes and try to listen to which voice inside me is louder: the one that says to obey, to survive, to be grateful forever or the one that says to take every bright thing that catches your eye and burn the world down into a version you remember wanting. The man from the scar shows again at a table, eyes blunt with memory. He doesn’t speak to me but to someone in a cap who nods and laughs. I pretend not to see. Liora catches my eye and gives a small, minuscule nod not comfort, not warning, just a tally. “The thing about danger,” she says once, as we walk along the river in a rare moment when her hand finds mine, “is it feels inevitable until you’re actually in it. Then it’s just math

"I need to fuck you more" And just like that, he doesn't stop. It's like I awakened an angry beast. Wrapped up in our world, we fail to notice the danger hovering above us like a ticking bomb.

“So, I assumed you were either kidnapped, dead, or screwing a new guy since you’re so lonely.” I almost choked on my breath. “What? God. No, Avy.” “Relax, I’m joking. But seriously, you need to work on your security system. Your door was unlocked. Are you planning on starting a charity giveaway? Because anyone could walk in and steal your TV or those luxurious silk designs you just bought.” I laugh, shutting the door and dropping my purse on the counter. “Girl, what are you even doing here? You know I’m married, right?”

“Why me? Did I do something wrong? I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me. If he wants me maybe I can speak to him t___” “No!” he was at me in the next minute cracking my face “Kittie, look at me, don't panic. I have got this and nothing will happen to you, I promise you. I will make sure he doesn't come near you even though I die trying. You took the wrong decision the first one but I won't let it happen again” I was panicked to my core. I felt useless and still the cause of a major problem. If only I could do something, maybe fight then I may be able to protect myself and not be someone others work need to protect from danger.

I smiled, albeit nervously although I tried to hide it. " Can't I praise my mate?" I shot back, looking away. " That's allowed but after some time here, I can tell when you are worried." Maya said as a matter of fact, making me sigh. More than the matters in my Kingdom,I was worried about what Naver and I discussed. I was not going to tell her everything but I guess I could tell her the basics. " There is a possibility that we are in danger." I said, exhaling heavily. " How?" Maya asked, composed.

They smiled at me and some even called me their Luna, my heart felt content at that moment, but it all went down when the danger alarm went off. “We are under attack!!!”

"How do you know that grandma, you've never used an Android phone before" "oh you foolish child, there is more to an Android phone than meets the eye. Remember uwana even if you feel safe, there is danger hiding in every corner." "I don't understand grandma what are you trying to say?" "danger is inevitable my child be sober and vigilant for you never know what type of danger awaits you." "Grandma what are you saying? You are scaring me?!? Grandma!!!"

I asked still wondering if am ina danger. "Dylan" the darkness says. The words were like dagger, cutting and breaking my heart to pieces, Dylan is never going to hurt me he can't. "No" I said with tears rolling down my eyes slowly.

My reflection stared back at me from the window—wild hair, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, the shadow of a man’s mouth still on my skin. But which man? That was the terrifying part. My phone buzzed again. Caden_88: You don’t have to talk. Just tell me you’re okay. I sank onto the edge of the bed, thumbs hovering. “Why do you care?” I whispered to no one. Another buzz. Caden_88: Because you matter. Even when you’re choosing the wrong danger. My breath faltered. The wrong danger. The wrong danger. The wrong danger. Who was the wrong danger?

"Forgive? That word isn’t in my dictionary." "But—" "If you have nothing important, be gone." I swallowed hard, my hands curling into my shirt. "I think I’m in danger, and someone wants to kill me," I said. My voice cracked at the thought of being murdered like my brother. My stomach twisted. "Really?" His brows furrowed, a glint of something foreign showing before he masked it with rage. "Yeah." "If that’s your way to get my attention, try harder. Since the day you were born, you were already in danger. Get used to it and quit playing the pity card."