I Laugh At The Face Of Danger Novels & Stories

I looked him in the eye. I’ve always known myself to be daring when given the chance. I like to push every now and then. I like to rip myself out of my comfort zone when necessary. I don’t like doing it, but I sure as hell like taking people by surprise. I’m not as meek as people paint me to be. I can be daring, and I like to show them occasionally. Now, I’m aware that I’m pushing one of the most dangerous men’s buttons and I might not make it out of here alive. I also wasn’t planning on going down without a fight. I called this and he needs to know that he’s not dealing with a pushover. Judging by the tick of his jaw as his eyes harden, I know that I’ve punctured his ego. What I don’t expec

I said. Mira looked at me. "What did he say?" "He said he always looks dangerous." "What did she say?" "That he looks like he's trying to look dangerous," I said. "Which is different." Mira looked at the fountain for a moment. Then she laughed. Not cautiously. Not the careful, testing laugh of someone getting used to feeling safe enough to be unguarded. A real one full and genuine, the laugh of someone who had been carrying too much for too long and had found something light.

Luther suddenly rolled away. "Damn it!" the guy snapped, frustration etched on his face. He looked at me, and I could practically feel his annoyance radiating off him in waves. "You look amazing..." he suddenly said, facing me and completely surprising me. Wait, what?! Then he continued, "Just watch out—don’t irritate Boss Luther… he can be really dangerous." He rubbed his forehead anxiously and mumbled something before rushing away. A guy who's a threat himself is warning me about another threat... what an absurd world we live in! I managed to grin, hoping to brush off the strangeness.

I turn my face into the spray, letting the water wash over me, trying to cool the fire still simmering under my skin. This is dangerous. This is so fucking dangerous. What the fuck have I done?

‎Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I spotted the dude from earlier, now without the mask, his plump lips shone even brighter. ‎He glanced slightly at me, shaking his head. ‎For a second, I could have sworn I saw a smirk. ‎“Oh? Refuse to play?” A soft laugh echoed through the room. “Then you die properly this time—and spend eternity watching the people who ruined you live happily ever after. Think of it as front-row seating.” ‎ ‎Feeling the danger in her voice, I dodged backward by instinct, my heart threatening to leap out from fear. I couldn't... that was worse than death.

“Is this your way of saying you want me to grow a beard?” “No. God, no. You’d look like a lumberjack. Just… experiment. Live dangerously.” He laughs. Quiet and delighted. Like I’ve given him a compliment and a challenge all in one. His fingers lace with mine, and he brings the back of my hand to his lips. “Dangerous,” he says again. “Noted.”

“I do, Xavier but the thing with Lucas is that he's da—” Rage rolled through me in waves as I flashed my gaze at him and lashed out. “Dangerous? Don't tell me, you of all people, fear danger. We are McKinneys, remember? and the last thing you'll see us to do is back down or surrender. What if he’s dangerous, we have the law and at the end, good pays, even you say that.”

I scrunched up my face, rage biting through me at the dead humor. “You think this is funny?" I scoffed. Jasper stopped laughing and waved his hand at me. “You're funny," he muttered and I frowned. “Funny?" I huffed, shaking my head in disbelief and rage. “This is not close to being funny!" I spat as I stomped my foot on the ground. I wished I could slap them across their faces and restore some sense back into their minds but I had to save myself first from the fear that was eating deep into me.

We're stranded. I start laughing like a madman, the sound echoing through the forest. Adam looks at me, his face a mixture of concern and confusion. "What's so funny?" he asks, clearly perplexed by my strange reaction to the situation. I look at him and grin, my eyes glittering with a dangerous light. "Everything," I say. "It's all so absurd."

I could tell he was serious by the look in his eye, and not once did he blink. "Not all women are afraid of danger," I replied, punching the bag with greater force. He clutched the bag and leaned his face against it. "You should be afraid of danger." I copied his movements, placing my face against the bag across from him. "Are you afraid of danger?" I asked, quietly. Our lips were so close that I could feel the moisture from his. Our eyes met, and I could see the burning passion in them. "I am the danger,” he replied cooly.