Miles Danger Force Novels & Stories

She was lying on wet ground for more than two hour, her eyes were busy scanning that place for her way of escape that when rusty green colored metal door of room opened and with gush of cold dreadful wind walked in three man, three disgusting looking tall and bulky man. All three of them were wearing nothing but just their old worn out pair of trousers, their huge, hairy, sweat covered pale body was visible to my eyes, each one of them was carrying a ‘Hockey bat’ in their hand, however the most fearful feature of them was their smile, their evil smile that was scaring me to my core, she already knew she was in danger but she wasn’t aware of fact how badly those three were willing to break he

she said anxiously and grabbed her glass of wine on the table. “We can point all of this to Ryan,” he said and she shook her head tremendously. “Don't even dare. He has a force guarding him at the moment and I'm afraid of him,” she said and gulped her wine. “Scared of Ryan? He's the only one whom everyone believes could do this,” he said. “And if he's eventually investigated, he might point to Danny and the boys, who will in turn point to us. We can't risk it,” she said, shaking her head in disagreement.

"Surely you didn't think I'd get involved with a woman who caved easily or could be pushed around." Killian gave a dry laugh. "Truthfully, I never thought you'd get involved with any woman." Gabe's hands tightened on Rachel's shoulders. "Sometimes we don't get to choose. Things just happen." "Not to you." Killian stirred sweetener into his coffee. "You've always been my best black ops person because you're an avowed loner." He looked at Rachel, then back at Gabe. "Does Miss Winters know what kind of danger she's in having any kind of involvement with you?"

The action shocked everyone. Sabrina gasped, her hand covering her mouth. “Tristan...” she whispered in fear. “What have you been doing while I was in Switzerland?!” Tristan shouted angrily. Sal clutched his bleeding head, and Marc could only watch his friend with concern. “There were five of you, but none of you could carry out my orders?!” Tristan’s sharp gaze swept across his three companions before he continued, “Frankie and Ricky, they’re still not here?!” Marc mustered the courage to answer, “It seems... they’re on their way.”

He had been injured, but the wound was not serious. Morris grimaced. He assumed that X had declined Morris’ request before attempting the assassination. To Morris’ dismay, X did not succeed and even let Edmund run away. “When did this happen?” Morris was irritated that things were not in his control. “It’s around the time we contracted a killer.” Reminded of X, Miles was terrified. Miles often worked out, ranking pretty high within the organization. However, he was defenseless against X. His fear stemmed from the wide gap between him and X.

Catelyn did not expect it to be Miles in the luggage, and she stuttered, "Why… Why are you back? Big Demon is at home! Quick, go hide—I'll send you back to Joanne's." Miles blinked innocently, tugging and swinging her hand. "No. I purposely asked Godmother to send me back here so I can protect you. Big Demon doesn't have good intentions, and I can never let you be alone with him." "What if you get busted?" challenged Catelyn. She tried not to raise her voice, and it sounded weird. Miles patted his tiny chest. "I'll hide so well that he won't notice!" "I won't risk this." Catelyn attempted to stuff Miles back into the luggage. "It's too dangerous for you to do this. Consider yourself lucky th

Way. The knocks continued for some times before stopping and Vincent sighed — in disappointment and relief — before standing and walking towards his living room. Suddenly, there's another knock on the door followed by Dimitri's threatening voice, “Open the goddamn door before I blow it down.” Vincent gritted his teeth and turned back to the door, his palm turning clammy. “You wouldn't dare.” “You don't want to defy me, Signore Mio.” Vincent inhaled deeply and marched towards the door and when he opened the door, he lifted his fist and slammed it into Dimitri's greek-like face.

Miles was going to be the death of me. Dom: How’s that for harmless? Miles: Do me harm, please. 😈 I stared at my phone, my cock still painfully hard in my sweats. Oh, she was playing a dangerous game.

“I’m telling you what the evidence suggests. Not what I want to believe. But Zane… you need to be careful.” I bit down hard on my lip, torn between disbelief and the ache blooming in my chest. Images of Ronan’s fierce eyes flashed in my mind, the way he stood like a beast shielding me from the world. Could that same aura… the same overwhelming force, be the one that almost destroyed me today? “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “You don’t understand. Ronan’s… he’s rough, he’s cold sometimes, but…” “He’s possessive,” Miles interjected quietly, his eyes never leaving mine. “And dangerous. You may not see it, but I do. And if his clan had a hand in this, whether he knows it or not… it puts you

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.”