Playing Dangerous Book Novels & Stories

The teacher would put something to her name either way, and she’d get detention or something. “Well, Charlotte? Anything to say?” She said again. “No, I guess not.” Charlotte shrugged. “Well, that doesn’t surprise me at all.” The woman snapped. “Why did you hit Phil with a book?” “He was stealing my stuff and winding me up. Saying some really nasty things about me.” “He hurt your feelings then?” “He was annoying me.” “Have you ever heard the phrase ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’?” “Yes Miss. That’s why I hit him with a Dictionary.”

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.

He turned sharply, marched back, and grabbed my arm, pulling us into the hall where no one else could hear. “How dangerous can it be?” he repeated, arching a brow. “Osborn, when you’re dealing with the underground world, everything is dangerous. These people are manipulative, selfish, and constantly trying to outdo one another. That's why they have so many enemies—and why they need bodyguards. You never know what might happen, even on a so-called protection job.”

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

I wanted to laugh out of excitement, but I held it in. Regan moved back, and my father did the same. They were sizing each other, catching their breaths and calculating their moves. They finally lunged at each other again, and Regan dodged my father and clawed his side deeply. My father whimpered from pain but regained himself. Regan growled at him in anger, but my father did not respond. They lunged at each other and locked themselves in a wrestle. Each trying to bite the neck of the other. Regan landed a bite on my father's front legs and bit down. My father held the pain and bit Regan's neck, forcing him to let go. Regan staggered, and my father limped. They had both crushed each other's

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“He pushed his pregnant wife because she touched him without his permission. What do you think that means? Touching disgusts him! How sure are you that he's really like us? What if he's asexual or something? Well, anything you wany to plan, I don't want to be part.” “You can use the door.” Sinclair said, tilting his chin to the door. “You must be insane since you are forgetting that this is my room.” Park gritted out. “Well, excuse us sweet park.” The first intruder said. Invisible flames were already exiting Park's nose but he shook his head and stepped out before shutting the door loudly behind him. Sinclair winked at the first intruder, Jose who smiled back at him. Then he turned to Asher

The day he mentioned killing people, I knew he would start rushing out. I walked towards the reading table and my hands slid over the books in the rack. I pulled one randomly out only to find out it was the one I had already read. I flipped through the page out of instinct blowing papery air over my face. While doing so, a small blue paper flies out spinning in the air like a snow drop till it reached my feet. I place the book on the table and bent down to pick the paper. Spreading it open, I read the handwritten line in it and it left my eyes wide.

Kian argued. He flipped the page and saw the exact rule I had referred to, staring to us in the face. His eyes became widened, while his mouth, opened a little bit. "Ha! I knew it" I bragged. "There was no way a book geared on making a nursery book wouldn't add safety to one of the things that should be most needful for a nursery. If there wasn't, I wouldn't trust the book, no matters how much it is sold." "Okay, okay you win," Kian admitted, raising his hands high. "I was also partly joking when I said that about the room."