Drex Henry Danger Novels & Stories

Elena stood beside her, unsure of what to say. Scarlett took a slow drag and exhaled. “You shouldn’t be here with me,” she said softly. “I’m dangerous.” Elena felt a chill run down her spine. The way Scarlett said it — calm, serious — made her heart race. Scarlett noticed and gave a small laugh. “Are you scared?” Elena shook her head quickly. “No.” Scarlett’s eyes dropped to Elena’s hand. “What’s that?” she asked, nodding at the ring.

Henry practically dragged me into the locker room before I could process anything. He slumped against his locker, breathing heavily. “Don’t ever—ever—go near him again.” I sat on the bench, wringing out the water from my sleeves. “Henry, I wasn’t—” “He’s a walking STD,” Henry snapped. “I’m not kidding. Xavier will ruin your life just to entertain himself for a day.” I swallowed. As much as I hated the delivery, the fear in Henry’s voice was real. But I needed to change the subject.

Liliane sat down in the spot next to me, pretending to open a magazine while her voice drifted to my ear. "Just left," I lowered my voice. "We don't have much time, so I'll make this quick. "Henry is extremely dangerous. In the real world, he's the prime suspect in three brutal murder cases with exceptional counter-surveillance skills. He hid in this game to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. He's already won six consecutive rounds, and his net worth is conservatively estimated at over five billion." I fell silent for a few seconds. "What do you want me to do?"

Xavier**** The grip around my neck tightened, and panic surged through me like wildfire. Henry’s hands, once a source of warmth and protection, had become a vice, his fingers pressing into my skin with an unnatural strength. His eyes—golden and wild—held no trace of the mate I had fought for, the mate I had desperately tried to save. The demons that plagued his mind had claimed him completely, twisting him into something unrecognizable.

leftover scraps of bad memories that he didn’t bother taking with him when he disappeared. Dante wasn’t a good dad. He wasn’t a good man. Heck, he wasn’t even a decent human being. Whenever he got the chance, he’d hit Mom, forcing me to hide under the bed, clamping my own hands over my mouth, listening to the sounds of things breaking and Mom screaming.

This whole situation convinced her even more that whatever Gabe did was very top secret. "All right," their host said, sitting in a large chair across from them. "Here's the situation. Miss Winters, we haven't met but you may be familiar with my name. Daniel Killian." Rachel's hand jerked in surprise, nearly spilling her drink. "DRK Inc., right?" He nodded. She dug into her mind to remember what she'd been told about DRK. Daniel R. Killian, Incorporated. A highly respected, low profile security and protection agency specializing in…well…almost everything covered by those two terms.

He kept moving my hips, slow and steady, dragging out every lingering sensation, making me tremble again and again as my clit brushed against the length of him. It was overwhelming—in the most perfect way imaginable. My very first orgasm, my first taste of what pleasure was truly supposed to feel like, and it had been brought to life by none other than Dante Gallo. The same man people whispered about, feared, warned others to stay far away from. He was dangerous, powerful—possibly the most feared man in the entire city, if not the country. Yet right now, he was my anchor, the one person making me feel like I was untouchable and treasured all at once.

After mulling it over in his mind, he said in his commanding tone, "Be careful. Keep your eyes and ears open. Maybe you are being followed by the people of Senator. You have to be more careful. Stop looking for Neil Green as off now." Henry August frowned deeply and stared at him, completely stunned. A shiver ran down his spine, and his hands started shaking. The fear could be seen on his face. He knew how powerful and dangerous senator Michael Harrison was, but he never feared him before. But he was terrified and anxious at the same time after hearing Daniel Brooke’s words. He nodded and said, "I'll remember." He handed over the pen drive to Daniel Brooke. "Then I'll take my leave." "Hmm."

“Now you’re speaking my language. But let’s be clear, Victor. If I’m putting my neck on the line for you, I want assurances. No half-measures.” “You’ll have them,” Victor promised, his tone unyielding. “But, Henry, this game is far more dangerous than you’re used to. The people we’re dealing with don’t play by the rules.” Henry laughed, raising his glass in a mock toast. “Danger, rules—who cares? If there’s one thing I love more than women and whisky, it’s a good fight. Count me in.” "So who are we dealing with?" Henry asked, his voice taking on a serious tone.

“It’s my first time I’ve seen him fancy someone. I think, obsessed. That’s the right word to use.” The way he’s looking at me is as if he pities me. I think I should be pitied though, for catching the attention of someone as Ryan. I have always known that Ryan is sick in the head. My encounters with him back in college and recently says it all. I also know that those good boy acts he played back in college were just a facade. I saw something else hidden inside of him. Something dangerous.