Captain Man In Henry Danger Movie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

Even his sharp eyes had lost their edge. The wooden door was pushed open, and a man dressed in a mid-length black coat and sunglasses appeared before him. Henry had only seen this elegant yet ice-cold man once before, and just like the last time, he couldn't make out his face. Although he was imprisoned, Henry was not afraid. This premeditated kidnapping reminded him of Flora's disappearance. He was even certain that Flora had been taken by these people! Henry glanced at the man, just one glance, before shifting his gaze away.

It’s Lincoln. I don’t answer. I’ll call him later. It feels like a lifetime before Henry finally reappears, running down the steps. “Come with me,” he says curtly, not even waiting until he reaches me. “Lieutenant Henry!” guard dog bellows. “Captain Thompson, this comes straight from Edwardo, sir,” Henry says, hands raised in a placating gesture. Only then does he turn and lead me back the way he came, moving at a fast walk that is one half-step short of a jog.

I thought she controlled him, that all he did was go along with whatever she wanted. I had no idea that the real mastermind behind all my suffering was this evil, horrible man. Catrina was just his puppet. “I see you’re settling in nicely.” He sneers, “how do you like the place? Fancy, huh?” I’m itching to curse him into next week. Instead, I press my lips together and control my rage. Henry is a dangerous man. It would be very unwise to aggravate him. “Silvan gave you what you want. Why are you still keeping me here?”

Jonathan patted his brother with a serious face but only got Henry's glare. "Shut up!" Henry said two words and drove into the base. He came down and threw the keys to one of the Soldiers to pack the car while headed his way to a direction with Jonathan following behind him curiously. "Now The Commander looks like someone who is possessed by a ghost and he is always angry so it's better you don't provoke him, because I won't be able to save you if you head is cut down!" Henry warned in a serious. "Seriously? So you will watch me die inside there and will not do anything?" Jonathan asked but Received no reply.

Cold sweat broke out as I panicked and hurried back the way I'd come. I'd just reached the corner of the hallway when I heard a familiar, scalp-prickling loud voice. "Oh my, you're that captain, aren't you? I saw you on TV!" It was my mom's voice! My heart jumped, and I quickly ducked behind the big potted plant at the corner and peeked out. At the end of the hallway, my mom and brother had Nathan cornered on either side as he came out of the restroom, clearly gearing up to make a scene.

The door at the back of the room slid open with a pneumatic hiss. The man who entered brought a different kind of darkness into the room. While the professors were cold and intellectual, Henry was a physical threat. He was a towering figure, standing six-foot-four, built like a heavy-weight boxer. A jagged white scar ran through his left eyebrow, interrupting an otherwise handsome face. He wore a tactical black jacket over a fitted t-shirt, and he moved with the silent, predatory grace of a leopard. "Professor," Henry said. His voice was a deep rumble that vibrated in the chest.

Henry hissed refusing to back down. “Don’t take it personally” A strong voice said in a commanding tone. “Henry is a little upset with me at the moment so he’s taking his anger out on you, and I do apologize for his upsetting behavior tonight” All eyes Shifted to a tall man with long silver hair whose gait was strong and confident as he walked up to us, He wasn’t a wolf, his scent made that clear, he was something more Dangerous underneath all those rippling God-like muscles. “Well, if that’s the case” I turned to face Henry, my eyes tore into his “I can always correct him for you” Jax said.

The thick cigar smoke lazily rose toward the ceiling of the dimly lit room. Ryan sat motionless in a dark leather armchair, his gaze fixed on the man before him — Marco, one of his trusted men, who now seemed to sweat under the weight of his own silence. “Tell me it wasn’t you, Marco. Tell me you weren’t foolish enough to leave them an open door,” Ryan said in a low voice, almost gentle. That made it all the more terrifying.

He’s broad, but shorter than George, handsome she supposed, but not a patch on her man, with a shaggy mane of brown hair. “And why’s he the one collecting firewood?” Another man, almost identical to the first also with a German accent, “He can’t be here alone, maybe his pretty little Queen is out here too.” George growls low, and Celine thanks her quick thinking to keep herself upwind. The third shifter seems to be the one in charge and swats the second on the back of the head,