Miles Danger Force Novels & Stories

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.”

Luca shook his head again. "I marry his daughter, and he'll keep the evidence to himself. If | don't, he'll send the photos to Romano, and you'll die," I had an excellent private security force. They were well-trained, professional, and morally flexible enough to deal with intruders in a way that dissuaded future intruders from crossing me. However, there was a difference between security and punishment and war with the fucking mafia. Luca's eyes widened. "Shit." He rubbed a hand over his face. "Dante, I–"

She was still unaware that they were going home soon. From time to time he glanced at Nimueh who was still sound asleep. Even though he was not sure if they were far from danger, he still smiled because of her. Until now, he still can't believe that their path will meet again like what he always hoped. And they met again, in a wrong and dangerous time. He chuckles and focuses on the road, he drives fast to the place where his team was. Aiden stopped the van in front of the gate and saw a group of people walking around. He saw one of them pointed to the direction of the van and they all ran towards it. Aiden hoped out the van. One of his team walked towards him.

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos

"Dagmar can take care of herself as well. It doesn't stop us from protecting her. She's your mate. If you had a problem you should have marked Lydia when you had the chance. You should have stayed away from her before the bond stuck and before you went and fanged up her neck," "We're done talking about this. It's too late for any of this shit anyway. She's mine. Lydia will find her mate and the universe will continue to fuck us with her massive dick. Let's get out there and kill some mother fuckers," "Amen," Micca agrees. "You two fucks better not get dead. Dagmar will kill me." I say, needing to stop thinking about Danica. "Roger," they both say as Micca parks the car. "Split up. We meet in

Cisco continued and left the graveyard. "Well, congratulations you just got to level two." I smirked, putting on my gloves and walking towards him. Miles shook his head no, he couldn't speak because of the sand that was still in his mouth. "So sad, with your grey hair you should be at home with your family maybe enjoying a movie or something but look at you, look at what you have brought upon yourself." Darin sneered. I watched as Duncan pushed him more into the ground and grabbed the nail cutter. He knelt beside him while I grabbed the arrows Riel had prepared beforehand.

Still no answer. Scarlett’s car was parked behind the restaurant, in the quiet back lot where only two other cars sat under a dim security light. Her black car shone like midnight metal, elegant and dangerous—just like her. She kept walking, her long legs moving with purpose, her hair bouncing lightly behind her. Elena ran harder, her breath turning shaky. When she finally reached Scarlett, she grabbed her wrist—gently, but firmly. “Scarlett, stop!” Scarlett froze. For a moment, she didn’t turn. Elena felt her heartbeat thudding, loud and painful inside her ribs. Scarlett’s wrist was warm under her fingers, and she felt Scarlett’s pulse racing just as fast.

"I mean. Collins is giving me out to some stranger in exchange for money." She widens her eyes. "What?!...you've got to be kidding me." "He says he needs me no more, so he's giving me out to some guy or group, I don't know. When he hands me over to them, he gets the money he so eagerly wants." "Do you know who they are?" "No, I don't. The men I saw were dressed in black. They looked scary. I'm glad I was able to escape. Who knows what would have happened?"

He is concerned something is going on back down on the beach, something that can hurt me. "It's okay, I have weapons,” he responds, his tone cold, all the tension that I had managed to get out of him is back. He holds my wrist to the point it hurts, leading me up the path at a speed that I can hardly keep up with. I force him to pause. "Eryk, how dangerous is this world?" "You're safe, I promise,” he assures me, turning back toward the house. I look over my shoulder, stopping short at the sight of a group of men approaching us on the path, each of their gazes trained on mine.