I M More Dangerous Than You Mga Nobela at Kwento

my two treasures for a lifetime, i'm ready to strike violence all over again, be the most heartless and worst person that could ever live on earth just to keep them safe. THE END

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

He was clenching his jaw, his knuckles white as he gripped his glass. He was losing control. And that made him dangerous. "Do you think he will do something?" I whispered, my eyes never leaving Lucas's. "I don't know," Damian said, following my gaze. "But we need to be careful. Cornered animals are the most dangerous." "He's not just cornered," I said. "He's rabid." "Then we put him down," Damian said, his tone cold and final. He spun me around, and I was facing him again. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against my ear.

I'd played this game too many times. I fumbled again, and this time, a click echoed, amplified by the frantic beat of my heart. "Mona! Open this damn door!" His voice, thick with liquor and rage, vibrated through the thin wood. I didn't dare answer. Maybe by morning, he'd have forgotten the details, or at least be too hungover to care. But for now, I was getting out of here! I yanked the window open and peered outside. It was daytime, making everything visible, but no less terrifying. It was a long drop, and the thought of landing awkwardly, possibly breaking my neck, sent a wave of nausea through me. I wasn't ready to die yet.

I hate when something is dirty or not organized. After taking my bath, I put on fresh clothes. My mind flashes towards a certain pair of blue eyes. He's what I need now. I feel like going on a killing spree. My demons are screaming for blood and I think only him can calm this raging war in me. I notice that he somehow calms my demons. I think that is why I am so interested in him.

“I am totally fine Damian, just a case of over feeding. I ate excessively this morning, breakfast was that good” “Are you sure?” “I am absolutely sure, there is nothing to worry about or report to your boss”. Damian laughed a bit and sat down close to her. “Okay, you are worried about me reporting every single thing about you to my boss”. Mae gave him a stink eye, “isn’t that what he pays you for?” Damian laughed. “God Mae, you are very silly. Just like my little sister”. “What do you mean?” “I mean, I know that you are seeing that banker and I also know that you both have been going out for a while”.

About the way he'd looked when he'd called me that last time, scared and alone. "Everyone has secrets," I said instead. "Some are just more dangerous than others." "Are yours dangerous?" *Yes. More dangerous than you could imagine.* "I don't know," I said. "That depends on who you ask." He stepped closer, and I could see the gold flecks in his eyes. Could smell his cologne mixed with smoke and whiskey. "I'm asking you." The honest answer would have been simple. *Yes, I'm dangerous. Yes, I'm here to destroy you. Yes, I'm the enemy you're looking for.*

The yard crackled with the kind of electricity that made men make mistakes. “You will regret this,” Jack snarled as Scarlett turned to leave. He raised a fist and slammed it against a steel post in a raw, animal sound that made the air seem to thicken with anger. He drew breath to curse her, to vow bloody revenge, but his voice only rose into a roar of impotent rage. Scarlett paused at the edge of the light and looked back once. The look she gave Jack was flat, final. “Be careful what you threaten to kill, Jack,” she said softly. “Sometimes, death comes to those who order it and to those who expect it last.”

Every sound—the whisper of the wind, the creak of the floor—was amplified in the silence, a reminder that danger was near. Ethan appeared at her window once more, a silent shadow of reassurance. “Every day, the noose tightens,” he said softly. “We cannot falter, not once. And yet…” His eyes met hers, fierce and unwavering. “When the time comes… we fight. Together.” Olivia nodded, heart hammering. She could feel the snare closing, the rising tension between survival, desire, and the danger surrounding them. Every glance, every fleeting touch, brought them closer to disaster.

I love you but not more than my Abhi. Manik's pov :Nandini is looking soo hot and sexy even though her dressing is a little embarrassing.. I want to kiss her senselessly and fuck her hard but I can't..But I will fuck her soon.. I will punish her for the slap.. I will break her mentally and physically so badly that she won't be able to recover ever..It's her punishment for slapping the manik malhothra..She will be mine for her whole life.. I will torcher her whole life mentally and physically.. I am soo excited.. I am dominating person.. I love to dominate.. I want to dominate someone and torcher someone..And that someone is Nandini for two reasons one she is sexy.. two she slapped me..If you