Dystopia Henry Danger Mga Nobela at Kwento

I finally decided to write my first book. And honestly, it feels like stepping into a room I’ve always been daydreaming of but never dared to enter. The beginning might not be perfect. Still a little rough around the edges, but I promise, it only gets better. This story dives deep into a dark, addictive romance. One that’s brutal, steamy, and emotionally intense. Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power.

And after several check-ups, he rested first. He found himself talking to a young man who appeared thin. He was telling him that dangerous people were living nearby. “Dangerous here but not dangerous to the place near here. Many uncivilized people there. Always make war. We are still scared even though Tiago always says that they will not be disturbed by the scary people because the government owns our place.” There was a trace of fear in his voice. He still understood his hard way of speaking. “If the government is in charge of this place, why are only a few of you able to study?” He asked.

he said in a very low tone which I hardly heard. " Take the left turn , and make sure you climb the tallest tree there for safety, make a right turn and also climb any tree there ,from afar you'll see your pack , that's the only way you'll be free and safe from rogues and other dangerous pack "he said to me. My eyes beamed in suprise " he wasn't going to have my blood ? Really? But my great-grandmother had told.me to run and hide if I ever come across one of them ".

“Rest, boy. Your mother needs time.” But Henry’s mind refused rest. His mother knew something. Something about Darius. And if she was right, then exile wasn’t the end of their story. It was only the beginning. That night, Henry couldn’t sleep. The hunters’ cabin creaked, the smell of antiseptic clung to the air. He sat by the window, staring at the dark line of trees. He thought about Darius’s sneer, the pack’s silence, the rogues’ hunger. He thought about the moment in the woods when the wolf faltered under his gaze—when something inside him pushed back.

I whispered and I wished I could see his eyes but the helmet was preventing me from doing so. "You don't understand. You don't know who Ryder is. He looked completely harmless but the things he did would make you see him as the monster he truly is," Henry said, not waiting for a response from me before zooming off. I sighed, walking off to my door as I thought. Who was Ryder?

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.

Like follow through on my promise and tell Damon everything. Henry wanted me desperate, but I was something far more dangerous now; I was cornered and furious.

He was flexing his muscles as if to show that he wasn't afraid of detective Walsh, and I touched him, making him know how serious the situation was. “So what are you suggesting, boss? Complete eradication? Extermination?” I nodded, running a hand through my hair. I lit the joint again, restoring the flame. I took in the smoke, then billowed some into the air. “Anyhow you need to do it, Henry. We need to clip his wings before he gets too close. He's a dangerous one, and the earlier we push him away, the better.” Henry nodded, smoking his joint with a certain coolness that I found amazing.

Henry whine up with others after seeing allot of zombies blocking the road and growling around. "What will you do now?" Mrs Collins asked Don. Henry suggested that Don should hit the zombies but Mrs Collins declined the suggestion and said, what if it damaged their car? or has he forgotten that they just used the car to hit some wood, and their still travelling to a long distance. "Okay fine! if you're afraid that our car will damage, Don drive slowly and move closer to them i will take them down by shooting." Henry konk his gun. "That's dangerous Henry, you can't do that! what if they suddenly grab you? don't it please." Don tell Henry.

“I don’t think It’s safe Ayla to travel so long alone, even the car drive took 45 minutes us to reach, Ayla is using public transport it will take at least one and half hours, anything can happen Hunter, we can’t take chance in her Matter” “What makes you people think so positive that something might happen to her?” “You don’t know what happened, so you are taking this thing trivial. look Hunter you are responsible for her safety, I can’t trust anyone than you and Blake” Henry was so scared than her parents because he knew something about him what her parents didn’t know. He is the one who investigated about that monster. Even though he couldn’t get full information about him, the few things