Dystopia Henry Danger Novels & Stories

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.

“The city isn’t safe at night.” Elena opened her mouth to respond, but Scarlett was already walking away — dark coat flowing, confidence in every step. Elena stood there, heart pounding, watching until Scarlett’s car disappeared into the night. Only then did she whisper to herself, “What are you doing to me?” --- Back in her mansion, Scarlett poured herself a glass of whiskey and stared out the window at the city lights. Her phone buzzed with a message from one of her men. > We followed her home. No trouble.

The drive to Alexander’s penthouse was silent — not peaceful, but tense, heavy, wrapped in fear neither of them dared to name. Lena stared out the window as the city lights blurred past, her heartbeat an unsteady rhythm. Danger wasn’t just at work anymore. It had followed her home. Inside her home. She wasn’t safe anywhere. Alexander kept one hand on the wheel, the other gripping the console so tightly his knuckles turned white. Every red light seemed to agitate him. Every shadow made him look twice.

Henry gently rested his hand on me to reassure me as the tingling sensation kept surging through me. In a split second, Henry reached for a large toy. It was almost as thick as my thigh. As I looked at it, fear crept up my spine. Seeing that he was about to push it in, I quickly pressed my legs together to stop him. But Henry seemed almost possessed. He forcefully pushed my legs apart and tried to shove the toy into my sex. I struggled hard, refusing to give in.

Who would dare take her? His thoughts darkened, and his chest tightened with the fear he didn’t want to admit to himself. Whoever had her didn’t know what they were getting into. He would tear the city apart if he had to. No stone would be left unturned until she was back where she belonged—by his side. “Sir,” Henry, his assistant, walked in. “What’s wrong, Henry? What happened?” Damian asked, almost yelling, venting his frustration on him. Henry’s body trembled as he approached.

Not only was the Great House big but it had a party with loud music and chattering swallowing every scream of help Tay was struggling to send through. “You son of a bitch, leave me alone, don't you dare touch me” Tay crawled onto the bed trying to get away from the watering eyes of Henry. He looked nothing like the Henry he knew, he was suddenly too dangerous for his comfort. “Kerl would have your head if as much as the tip of your dick touched me” Tay warned but all his words fell on deaf ears. Henry had these emissions in his eyes he just couldn't make out.

“We’re close to confirming it.” “And when we do?” I asked. Jillian didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His eyes told me everything. They would burn the whole city down if it meant getting my father back—and keeping me safe. The next day, tension hung over the mansion like a storm cloud. Everyone was on edge. Even the usually unreadable Joseph Colbert looked uneasy. “Christy,” he called out when I entered the hall. “Yes, sir?” He studied me. “You’ve grown a backbone.”