I M More Dangerous Than You Novels & Stories

There was something dangerous about this man, though I couldn't put my finger on what it was. "What's up?" Bianca asked elbowing me at the side, breaking my train of thought. I turned to her, giving a small smile. "Nothing much. Just having fun." "Are you sure?" she asked. "You were dancing like a goddess! If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were the goddess Aphrodite herself!" She said it with such wide-eyed wonder, like a child gazing upon a star. "What if I was?"

Melissa stares at Francis blankly before she looks away. The glass doors slide open and Francis and the two officers walk out into the pouring rain. Instantly, Francis' suit and plain trousers get wet. His short black hair stick his face and neck as the officers take him to the police car parked beside the glassy skyscraper. The shorter officer opens the back door and the Italian officer puts Francis in the backseat before closing the door. Francis stares at the building as the car's ignition starts before speeding away.

The driver told her seeing how she was trying to get little information from him. Rita groaned softly. “You should have said that from the start.” Rita leaned back on her seat and glanced at Katherine, then she furrowed her brows, her eyes darkened. “You better not mess this up, if you do, you would have to pay miserably for it!” She said with clench teeth. Katherine swallowed hard and lowered her gaze, she knew what a threat was and this was definitely a threat, she doesn’t owe this lady anything and running away, fleeing from all these crazy things seem to be the best thing to be.

"The same way I taught you to love danger." "I don't love danger." "Don't you?" His smile was knowing. "Yesterday you broke a man's nose and enjoyed it. Today you're carrying the child of the most dangerous man in the city. If that's not loving danger, what is?" "That's loving you." "Same thing," he said softly. "They've always been the same thing."

If anything, he seemed entertained by her desperation. “Do you know what makes me laugh?” Zayn tilted his head, his sharp eyes locked on her. “It’s how fake you are.” Then, with no warning, he stood up abruptly as his aura shifted instantly from cold amusement to pure danger. “Do you think I’m stupid?!” Zayn’s voice thundered, shaking the air. “Why do you think I’m called the most dangerous mafia?” He chuckled again, but this time it was darker, heavier, edged with a violent promise. “Because you cannot—ever—mess with my IQ.”

I said, sporting a stern look. "I know," Luca said, his expression turning serious. "Think about it. If my father wanted you dead on our own turf, he wouldn’t use a bomb. He’d make it look like an accident. A fire. A car crash. Something clean. Not some messy public spectacle that brings cops and questions." He shook his head slightly. "This? This was meant to be loud. This was meant to start a war." "What if that was the attempt, and it failed?" I shot back, the anger from the last few days bubbling up.

Not one bit. "Mike," I murmured in a warning tone. He shook his head. "I'm so damn angry," he muttered bitterly. "I promise I'll fix all this." "What are you saying?" I asked frustrated. "After everything you've done? I don't want you to get into more trouble or drag me into it. Enough of that, Mike." "You're safe, that's what matters," he said, and I furrowed my brow. "Safe? Is that what you think?"

Reckless. *Yeah I would fucking be, you’ve made me into a damn circus animal here just trapped in a cage and being whipped. You feel like YOU don’t have a choice? What the hell kind of life am I gonna have with some bitch we hate, in a country we’ve never lived in,* he said, trying to bait me. My eyes moved to Ryan on their own and he nodded. “You can hear my fucking tiger too,” I snapped. He nodded again. I groaned.

We can work through this together. _*]:min-w-0"> But we couldn't. Because the problem wasn't just what I'd done. It was what I was capable of doing again. The Omega abilities that could turn protective instincts into violent rage when properly triggered. The psychological vulnerabilities that Ian had exploited so easily. _*]:min-w-0"> "I'm a danger," I said to the empty cliff. "To her. To everyone. And mandatory therapy won't change fundamental flaws in my nature." _*]:min-w-0">

I kept hitting him insanely until Daniel back was slammed hard against mirror wall ‘CRACK..... CRACK... Clankxxxx........... CRACK......’ entire wall mirror got shattered into sharp piercing piece Daniel entire face by now had turned into deeper shade or purple and blue, thin streams of blood was oozing out from his forehead , hands and neck... however my anger was not calmed, I was here with intent to kill this motherfucker.... As Daniel struggled to stand up on his feet’s I mercilessly pulled him up by his collars and roughly pushed him down in front of my stepmother, by witnessing the fearful look in her eyes I could tell she herself was scared to death....