Playing Dangerous Book Novels & Stories

“That is not a safe text.” Troy finally looks up from his notes. “You’re blushing so hard you look sunburned.” “He’s ridiculous,” I mumble, staring at the screen. The worst part is that Connor sounds exactly like himself even through text—cocky, confident, impossible to ignore. And my stupid brain keeps replaying last night at the worst possible moments. His hands on my waist. His mouth against my neck. The low laugh he made when I kissed him back harder. Very, very dangerous.

I was battling with my mind and soul, trying to draw a conclusion on what to actually do. The right thing was to totally ignore that wolf girl and allow her to die while we watched her pack wallow in curse, which would make them entirely vulnerable for us to unleash an easy win attack on them. That would be heroic, and I would have never-ending praise for making it so easy to wipe out an entire pack even when I wasn't the one that poisoned the drinks.

“I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.” Leslie watched us, her gaze shifting between him and me, completely confused. “So… does the book have something to do with this?” I asked, a shiver running down my spine as I remembered all the times I had flipped through it without understanding what it truly contained. Alex nodded slowly. “That book is more dangerous than you think, Scarlett. There are creatures who would give anything to have it… and now that you have it, they’ll be looking for you.” The impact of his words left me speechless. I couldn’t fully process it: how could a simple book have dragged me into something so dangerous?

I figured the next victim should also be some wealthy director, leading a luxurious life in a highly overpriced estate with a modest, fifty-hectare garden that any normal person could call “a jungle” Filthy rich people tend to have dangerous hobbies, such as practicing extreme sports, keeping predatory, wild animals, or eating Fugu, poisonous fish, every other Sunday. I could almost picture a guy like that planting numerous poisonous plants in the garden. Even if the gardener knows, which one of the plants he shouldn’t touch, the kitchen staff might not be aware of the danger, if some wild flowers were brought to them. And if someone would do that deliberately… “I really sound like a villain

“Now, tell me. What’s this… Mafia King about?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, “You could just read the book yourself.” I glared. “I could,” he agreed, flipping the book over. “But this is more fun.” I sighed. “It’s about a girl who gets caught in the web of the Mafia world by a Mafia Boss. He’s cold, dangerous, and wouldn't mind to kill whoever crossed his way. But of course, deep down, he has a heart.” Damien arched a brow. “Sounds familiar.”

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

My gaze moved to Trevor "Now I need you to tell me why you said this book is dangerous " " it's not important " I can see that Trevor is avoiding the question, my eyes lower to see him clenching his fist, his eyes looking restrained like a bad memory just resurfaced. " I want to know Trevor. So please tell me " " if you try opening it and it doesn't choose you, you will die in two weeks " his gaze met mine "We were five who created the book, my four friends died but still I never got to force the book open, and that's why I was safe"

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

“Give me the book.” “Make me.” Her hand shot out, gripping the edge of the leather cover, but I pulled it back. “Hands off!” “It’s too dangerous for you,” she said, tugging harder. “You’re already playing with forces you don’t understand, and I can't let you put us under more risk.” “Yeah, and whose fault is that?” I growled, pulling back. “Every time I try to get answers, someone takes them away, but not this time. I'm keeping the fucking book till I can figure out how to read it, since you won't teach me!”

Like it was just talk. “The Black Book,” I said. “Tell me about the Black Book. What is it? Where is it?” Something flickered behind the drunken fog in his eyes. Even now, even this far gone, some part of him recognized that question and didn’t like it. His brow creased. His head tilted. “The Book,” he repeated slowly. “Why do you…” He frowned, struggling to hold the thought. “Why’re you asking about that? S’dangerous. Nobody’s supposed to…”