His Dangerous Angel Novels & Stories

“It’s my first time I’ve seen him fancy someone. I think, obsessed. That’s the right word to use.” The way he’s looking at me is as if he pities me. I think I should be pitied though, for catching the attention of someone as Ryan. I have always known that Ryan is sick in the head. My encounters with him back in college and recently says it all. I also know that those good boy acts he played back in college were just a facade. I saw something else hidden inside of him. Something dangerous.

Anthony said evenly, “you’d risk our lives for a memory. And that’s more dangerous.” I stood up quickly, the movement sudden in the tense room. “Stop. Just stop.” Both of them looked at me, startled. “She’s scared,” I said, my voice trembling with frustration. “She’s hurt, she’s sick, she can barely stand. Can you not see that?” “That doesn’t make her safe, Florence,” Anthony replied, his gaze never leaving Angel. “It makes her unpredictable. It makes her a danger to herself and to this entire operation.” Before I could answer, the front door burst open.

And now, I was trapped with two men who were supposed to keep me safe, but who felt just as dangerous as the threat outside. I didn’t know it then, but that was the night everything changed. The night I stopped being Aria Sinclair, the reckless heiress who played with danger for fun. Because danger? It was about to play with me

❞ he clarified. Angel immediately got up from the sofa when they were arguing a bit. ❝What's the problem? If you sleep in the bed and I sleep here on the couch,❞ she asked him. Maybe it's not stupid to not know; what's the problem? This is a woman, and he is a man, and they are the only two inside this condo unit. Daem didn't like it when she smiled at him with a mischievous smile that made him nervous. ❝Why is there danger? Are you biting? ❞ this seductive question.

Adrian repeats softly. “Yes.” “You want me to erase him again.” “I want you to stop making him visible enough to endanger what matters.” Adrian’s control fractures. “He matters.” The words are out before caution can stop them. For one second, the office is silent. Michael’s face does not change at first. Then something hardens behind his eyes, something older than anger and colder than disappointment. “That,” he says, “is exactly what makes this dangerous.” Adrian breathes once, carefully. “I am not a child you can order away from someone unsuitable.”

“I am not telling Alexander anything, if that is what you are worried about. I don’t tell him about most things you do, he appointed me to be your shadow. Most times I come into town without anyone knowing, I see you and your boyfriend by the docks. I am happy for you really” The last words made Mae to scrunch her face in disbelief. “Happy for me?” She asked with every distrust in her seeping into her voice. Damian smiled and nodded. “How are you happy for me?” Mae asked him, looking at him suspiciously. Damian smiled. “I lost my sister to mafia men”, he started with a sigh. Mae looked at him with her mouth opened in an “oh” expression. “Yeah, she was just like you. Young and happy, filled w

His voice was low and serious as he began to speak, his words filled with a mixture of concern and warning. "Camilla, I need you to understand the gravity of the situation we find ourselves in," Lucas said, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "These workers, this warehouse... it's all part of a dangerous operation involving drugs. If you ever lied to me, if you ever got involved in any way, the consequences could be dire." Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to Lucas's words. She had never imagined being caught up in something so dangerous. The realization hit her like a cold wave, making her feel small and trapped.

Angel’s chest was heaving by the time he got to the dense woods framing the pit. He saw about twenty heavily armed guards surrounding the pit entrances. Mathew was there and for some reason, Angel was glad Daniel wasn’t. The addition of the pervert always made things a tad dangerous.

"Alive. Safe. Like myself again." Something shifted in my chest at her words—a loosening of tension I hadn't realized I was carrying. Dangerous. This woman was dangerous to the careful control I'd maintained for years. "Marco's finished his investigation into George," I said, deliberately changing the subject. Angel's expression shuttered. "And?" "He's in financial trouble. Taking loans from questionable sources. The trust fund you mentioned would have been a convenient solution." She sighed, running a hand through her already disheveled hair. "That explains the sudden romantic gestures."

And Angel also noticed this quiet, simmering energy around him. It wasn't exactly comforting… it felt… dangerous but not exactly. Animalistic. Unpredictable. And it was confusing. It made Angel’s instincts flicker between run and lean in. ‘I know I said I'd help him clean his wound as thanks, but… Do I really have to go up to his hotel room? What if something happened… something like… sexual?’ Angel was now doubting his life decision. It gnawed at him as he walked across the streets.