Double Date Danger Henry Danger Novels & Stories

Especially after finding out that Gabe was on someone's hit list. "I understand completely. If Gabe is doing dangerous work, it's important to know that when he's not on duty, so to speak, he has a safe place to unwind. So can you tell me exactly what he does?" She looked directly at Daniel Killian. "I mean, now that I've been yanked out of my house in the middle of the night and have no idea what's happening?"

“I'm sure you still remember the pain of losing a loved one on what was supposed to be a joyful day. I've recently discovered that the reason for Dimitri's... distraction on that fateful day was a certain someone. A person who has been the center of his attention for far too long. His name is Vincent Reynolds. I'm sure a family like yours, with your... resources and connections, could help me understand more about him. I've attached a picture of him. Perhaps it might ring a bell?

“Well, what can I do for you?” There was an air of no-nonsense about him and Zoe couldn’t quite decipher if he was just a serious guy or if he was sick of protecting dumb fucking people who got themselves in trouble. Like herself. She swallowed, “I-I was dating someone, from the club and-” “Smart move,” he quipped, sarcasm dripping through the speaker. “He’s… well, he’s mixed up with some bad people.” “Wouldn’t have expected anything less.”

His touch was like a cold, clammy vice, and it brought back all the horrible memories of when he had tried to take advantage of me and Jane in the woods. As Henry's fingers dug deeper into my skin, I couldn't help but think that I would rather be with Damian, despite the danger that lurked beneath his surface. At least with Damian, I felt a twisted sense of safety, a sense that he wouldn't hurt me without a reason. Henry, on the other hand, was a wild card, a psychopath with no conscience and no qualms about hurting those around him. "Hey, why complaining, my love? Didn't you miss me?" Henry's voice was like a snake slithering through the grass, making my skin crawl. His smile was repulsive,

Everything was going on well but he just have to come at the end to spoil the best part of the show. " I don't think that is all" she narrowed her eyes curling herself back to the bed. " I have a date this afternoon" Henry informed grinning like a mad man. He cants wait to put his ring on her finger. Though he is not happy with Damon coming into the picture, he is ready to take all chances to make her his." Good luck with that, hope Mrs. Brown pops up soon" she teased raising her hand in the air. She is about to toss her phone when he spoke again" not so fast angle. You are my date and I hope you won't think of saying no to me?" He said and hang up the call.

She must have had her thoughts written so clearly on her face because of what he said next. He chuckled at her expression. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve had flings, sure. But a date? Why do I actually care what the person thinks of me? Not really.” Hazel swallowed hard. Oh God. This was dangerous territory. “So,” Henry said, leaning a little closer, “this is new. For both of us.” Hazel felt something warm slide down her spine. This wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Intense. Slow. Pulling her in.

“How comforting.” His expression didn't change. “It isn't supposed to be.” The honesty of that landed harder than reassurance would've. I looked back toward the windows again as rain blurred the city into gray streaks beyond the glass. “What are the actual dangers?” I asked quietly. This time Dante took slightly longer to answer. “Victor is dangerous when cornered,” he said. “Adrian is dangerous when underestimated.” “And Hannah?” At that, something colder entered his expression. “Hannah is desperate.”

Sandra's hand shook as she pointed at Queenie's urn and photo. "What… what is that?" "Xavier, are you insane? Just to fight with me, you'd curse our daughter to be dead?" I took the death certificate from under the urn and shoved it in her face. "Open your eyes and read each word. Look at it and tell me what it says!" She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white.

It's kind of funny seeing a guy as confident and powerful and dangerous-looking stuttering like a 5 year old, but the situation is stopling me from laughing. He sits there and he doesn't say, or do anything, just sits there for a few long moments; I'm not even sure if he's breathing. And then, all of a sudden, he stands up, pushing the chair bacwards so hard that it falls over, and covers his face with his palms. "Motherfucker." he mumbles to himself and then gives me that dangerous look he has when he's planning to kill someone. Oh boy. "With who? You're pregnant with who?" he roars out and I want to sink into the ground because everybody's eyes are on us.

There weren't many people in the theater. We were tucked into a corner, with no one sitting nearby. My heartbeat picked up again. I already knew things weren't going to stay calm. Without warning, Rex reached over, his hand brushing under the edge of my dress for a second before pulling back. "Babe, how many times did you come on the way over?" he murmured, amused. I immediately pressed my legs together, trying to block him. "There are cameras in here." "It's fine. No one knows us."