Michael Jackson Dangerous Era Novels & Stories

“I just always want you.” His eyes darkened instantly. “Well,” he said slowly, “I definitely didn’t expect you to become this daring.” Heat rushed to my cheeks immediately. “I didn’t expect it either.” His grin widened knowingly. “The vibrator stunt says otherwise.” “Oh my God.” I laughed harder, covering my face. “I still cannot believe I did that.” “You almost killed me.” “I was so horny!” “You were naked on a balcony in freezing weather.” “I had an idea.” “A dangerous one.”

They were definitely going to try and use Desiree against me. My eyes flicked to the bar, catching the gaze of the handsome stranger. He leaned against the counter, a half-empty glass in hand, his gray eyes fixed on me, his expression unreadable. Interesting. He hadn't joined the chorus of disbelief. Perhaps he wasn't as dense as his opening line suggested. "Tonight," I announced, my voice ringing with conviction, "marks a new era. An era of innovation, of bold decisions, and of unwavering progress." I let that sink in, watching the seeds of uncertainty and fear take root in their eyes.

He singlehandedly destroyed almost half of them, making sure they were all wiped out. That was how dangerous and deadly he could be whenever he was this furious. He has a special ability—a really lethal one that caused a lot of death while he was growing up. I know he might have been so calm recently, but this man here was once a beast that even his parents were scared of. His presence brought panic and tension, and people would find an excuse to leave. Even though he had changed after the same outraged powers almost made him kill his mother, everyone knew it was still in him and tread carefully.

"I think that choice has to be mine, Mr. Killian. Certainly any woman with a brain who's been involved with Gabriel Peralta for more than eighteen months knows he doesn't work as an accountant or a salesman. I could have shut the door on this any time. So please don't discuss me as if I weren't here." She thought she saw a smile tugging one corner of the man's mouth but it was gone so quickly she wondered if she was mistaken. Daniel Killian didn't seem like the type of man who smiled very much. He lifted his mug to his mouth, disguising any reaction by taking a long swallow of coffee. "Fine. Those are things we can discuss after we get this current situation under control. I just wanted you

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

I would have to ask her if I wanted to find out. Sienna was a dangerous woman, and her self restraint was little to none while Eric was also very dangerous. I wondered if they were a good influence on each other or not. Time would surely tell, though. I nodded at Sienna as she walked up the steps into her private plane. I watched Eric Connall walk up behind her. He was a ruthless man. The first day I saw him, I was a little afraid. He was tall and very intimidating. And powerful men, especially men in the Mafia, were particularly scary.

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.

She felt like she was walking a dangerous line, a precipice with no safety net, teetering between desire and reason. The office lights cast long shadows across the room, painting the space in a warm, golden glow. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only them—their unspoken tension, the magnetic pull between them, the dangerous, thrilling temptation that neither could resist. And in that suspended moment, Lena realized something terrifying and exhilarating: once you give in to temptation, there is no turning back. With Alex, she had already crossed the invisible threshold, and the consequences—whatever they might be—were inevitable.

" and why not?" "because it's not safe." "yeah and leaving me alone on the streets at age 13 was safe. I'm 21 now. I have trained my entire life. I think it's safe enough for someone like me." "no" "why??" "just because." "just because why?" "because I don't trust you" "you couldn't find a dumber reason." "your so stubborn" "I learned from the best, aka you" "your not joining"

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”