Novel & Cerita The Years Of Living Dangerously

"His security team once hospitalized someone who tried to break into his house. The guy wound up a months-long coma with broken ribs and a shattered kneecap. It's impressive, but I wouldn't say he's perfect." Only Sloane would think putting a guy in a coma was impressive. "Trust me, I know. I'm not the one you have to convince," I muttered. Not that Dante's notorious ruthlessness mattered to my family. He could shoot someone during rush hour in midtown Manhattan and they'd say the person deserved it. "I don't understand why you agreed to any engagement at all." Sloane shook her head. "You don't need your parents' money. You can marry who you want and there's not a thing they can do about t i

Even just to move her mouth or open her eyes Bella felt inadequate. She really felt that she was on the verge of life and death now. #Hello. Thank you for reading Dangerous Man until recently. If you wish, please give a review of this story. This will really help me to be better in the future. Thank you♥️

I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

she announced, which made him annoyed. "We don't have to. We can start over, friends! We can just be friends," he offered, which made her scoff. "I'm dangerous," she said before turning to face him. "Well then, I protected someone dangerous from harm," he said as he approached her. Their bodies almost touching, he stopped in front of her. She stood straight up before going on her tippy toes to hold his chin up with her index finger. "Tell me, Silvester. Is it worth the risk of death to be close to me?" she asked with a small smirk and a tempting face as if she was the devil.

he turned his suddenly wide eyes to Alex wet one and questioned in horror filled voice “Yo... you... rem... remember?” Ethan questioned him in utterly shocked and disbelief voice and Alex only kept staring at him with dead eyes, as haunted memories from past started dancing in front of both of them like horror movies Start of flashback (Day when Elizabeth Knight was murdered) A cold winter night in New York where street were covered in pure white snow, every road was clam and consumed in darkness of night... same darkness had consumed Lifeline Residency, Lifeline Residency old mansion where Elizabeth and Samuel knight had started their sweet love life and had welcomed their four children bef

She snapped her fingers. “Look, people surprise you. You have murderers whose parents say, ‘my child could never.'” “That’s dark.” “Still true, though.” Three years they spent together. She learnt a lot about him as he learnt a lot about her as well. She knew that a vein in his head ticked when he was agitated, and he glowered when he was upset. He wasn’t into parties unless he knew at least three people who would be present. He hated trousers that had no pockets or pockets that were too shallow.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

Renzo spat out and I chuckled humorlessly because this was precious coming out of him. “You have no idea how my life was and how I had lived those past two years. I have taken lives before Renzo and trust me it is not that hard. It is the easiest thing to do. So keep your fucking thoughts to yourself and stay the fuck away from me and that fucker argon.” I stared him dead in the eye as I talked telling him that iwont fucking back down and this is my damn war not his. “My gotovy k pereyezdu, gospozha.” ‘We are ready to move, mistress.’

For one disoriented second, Lance simply stood there, breath knocked slightly loose, staring up at broad shoulders and a face half-lit by the club's shifting blue light. Something about the stillness of the stranger cut through the haze of alcohol fogging his mind — a quiet, coiled sort of danger that even drunk instincts recognized. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. For a heartbeat, the noise of the club seemed to fall away entirely, leaving only the two of them standing in the wreckage of an accidental collision that felt, somehow, like the beginning of something neither man had been looking for. Behind the stranger, half-hidden by the crowd, a woman's shattered whisper caught