Drex Henry Danger Novels & Stories

The other two slumped in their seats, their heads lolling and their blood hitting the floor in a steady drip, drip. Several of their limbs bent at unnatural angles. “You talk too much.” Brax spat out a mouthful of dark red liquid. Brax Miller. Ex-con with a mile-long rap sheet, balls of steel, and a brain the size of a walnut. I smiled, then hit him again. His head snapped back, and a pained groan filled the air. My bruised knuckles stung. The room jokingly dubbed the Holding Cell in my private security headquarters smelled like copper, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of fear.

Henry. Dr.Heney didn't say a word at first, he calmly went to the mini table where he had dropped his leather briefcase; the metal hinges made a lousy sound in the quiet room. He began laying out his instruments: a blood pressure cuff, a reflex hammer, and a series of small, sterile needles. Tardrain gulped seeing all of that. They were literally his worst nightmare. Just the sight of them made his skin crawl. “That was quite a performance, Tardrain.” Dr.Henry said softly, his back still turned. “She seems like she cares.”

There, the dancing flames cast an eerie, flickering shadow on the wall – the indistinct outline of a figure seated within. A man slinked into the room, his weight shifting nervously from foot to foot, no doubt uneasy. He was a short, unremarkable man, and something about him screamed untrustworthiness. His eyes, small and beady, darted around, and his mouth was framed by thin lips above a patchy, desperate attempt at a moustache. It was less a beard and more a collection of stray hairs that had lost their way. The man's name was Tim. He squinted, trying to see past the flames and shadows and discern the person sitting on the chair.

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

" he concludes. "Safety?" I ask and he nods. "Your safety. I will protect you no matter what, but it still makes me nervous." he clarifies, gulping, his fingers crossed. I consider his explanation for a moment. Would I be in danger or something? What is behind all this? I want to know. No, I need to know. The waiter comes with our wine and two champagne glasses, pouring our glasses. I make eye contact with Axel. He's staring straight at me, his expression serious, not to be messed with. I squirm. I notice that it's the red wine he's pouring. Does he know that I'm still underage?

"Get Drake to come see me." Drake thought Henry might be looking to cause trouble, but he was sure Henry couldn't find anything on him, so he confidently walked into the office. "Mr. Henry, did you call for me?" Henry sat cross-legged on the couch, calmly sipping his tea. He looked at the other couch and gestured to Drake, saying, "Have a seat." "Wow, I didn't expect that from you, Mr. Henry!" Drake said, sitting across from him. Henry smiled faintly.

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

I heard a loud painful scream coming from other side of hall, where I saw Alexander Knight now standing near bar counter and busy scratching his crotch while his best friend in crime ‘Tyler Jefferson’ kept staring at him in stupor look…. “AAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………………… FUCKING HEL…. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH…… FUCK……” Alexander again growled and wiped sweat stream of his face, his beautiful and pale tone face turned into deeper shade of red while his pulse around neck started popping out dangerously.

I hate my body and went to bathroom and started rubbing her body parts standing under the shower crying her heart out remembering the abuse she has went through. Dhruv pov: I hate myself for whatever happened with us..If we would have been a little concious about happenings then we would have been safe with our family..And he closed his eyes then only he heard aGirl shouting.." Please please don't do this..Dhruv,cabir,manik bhai please please help me"..After listening this voices he opened his eyes with a jerk and fell on his knees and started crying loudly..

Even though he had changed after the same outraged powers almost made him kill his mother, everyone knew it was still in him and tread carefully. "Don't touch me, bro, and listen. I don't need your help with whatever. You think I am crazy and need rehabilitation, huh?!." He snarled, his voice filled with wrath, and we're echoing danger in my head. "No, no, no, I am really sorry. I swear. I swear. I was so stupid. Please." I slept stuttering, trembling as his eyes appeared really life-threatening. That perilous Jaden of the past was gradually returning, and his vampire scent was now really choking, as it had always been when his dark special abilities took over him.