Frankini Henry Danger Novels & Stories

Ryan calmly wiped a few drops off his sleeve and turned toward the door. “Find them. Both of them. And bring them to me alive.” In a secretive apartment, Luca traced the escape route on a fogged-up window. Elena leaned against the wall, staring at the mental map forming before her eyes. “Ryan has already cut off a hand from his own network,” he said. “He’s nervous. That means he’s acting impulsively.” “That means he’s more dangerous than ever,” Elena added, her voice steady but tense. Luca turned to her, his eyes serious and heavy with worry.

At least I know his name, Killian Shane! “Does it really matter? Is it different if he was someone else? But for your information I know that man, I have been to the club for many years so I know everything about him. That man is no good. He is a fucking dangerous man, Jemma; even criminals shuddered when he is mentioned. He is the demon of all demons around here. You should stay away from here and never see him again.” I cocked my head to the side and stared at my friend who since knowing here I have never seen he like this. She was really angry. She has fought a few times with people but she was always cutesy.

We turned. A man descended slowly—barefoot, dressed in a grey tank and matching joggers that hung loose on his lean frame. His hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. His face was mature, but too smooth—like he lived in some eternal twilight between thirty and forty. Pretty-boy type. Polished. Dangerous. I hated him on sight. “If we’d barged in,” I said coldly, “you’d have felt it. Trust me.” Diego stepped in, voice even. “We knocked. The door opened.”

** From the dancefloor where he was dancing with his little niece, Ryan saw Danny, Olgy and Henry walking towards the dancefloor. “Mimi, I'll be back for the dance, okay?” He said and pecked the little girl's cheek before walking away. “Guys,” he called, walking to the boys. “Is this how you welcome your long time friends?” Henry, the fair, blonde hair boy said angrily and grabbed him by the suit. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't make me your prisoner,” Ryan apologized and they all laughed. “What kept you, uh? You know how much we've missed you?” Olgy, the fair skin boy spoke as they both embraced.

The citizens here were dangerous, often armed, and our residence was filled with armed guards—a stark contrast to our American abode. "Princess, the man we are dealing with is difficult. Despite your irritation at his delay, comport yourself when he arrives. He is ruthless and won't hesitate to harm either of us." "Why must I marry him?" I objected. "Is this the future you planned for me? A lunatic ending my life over ineffectively cooked eggs?" Papa attempted to speak, but a guard's announcement interrupted. "Firmino is here!" Papa adjusted himself, a level of dedication I had not witnessed before. I turned towards the entrance, prepared to confront the man to whom I am unintentionally comm

Luca gives me a sorry look and walks to me. "Ernesto and Julio fell apart because of you. Julio wants you for his son, while Ernesto wants you dead. Be careful not to fall into any of their traps. They are dangerous, Nicole" Luca looks at me with pity and after ruffling my hair, he goes after his boss.

Tom continues to provoke Hana. Henry was locked in a cage; hundreds of electric sparks repeatedly hit his body. Henry didn't cry, but Hana could see he was in great pain. Henry's hands clutched the cage door; his eyes were still wide open to Hockla's insults. Hana reminds herself if she doesn't quickly settle things out, maybe Henry will die. "Hana." Ms. Vinlot's voice echoed through Zino. "That rope is the enemy of the Red Alpha people. Don't let it touch you."

He is concerned something is going on back down on the beach, something that can hurt me. "It's okay, I have weapons,” he responds, his tone cold, all the tension that I had managed to get out of him is back. He holds my wrist to the point it hurts, leading me up the path at a speed that I can hardly keep up with. I force him to pause. "Eryk, how dangerous is this world?" "You're safe, I promise,” he assures me, turning back toward the house. I look over my shoulder, stopping short at the sight of a group of men approaching us on the path, each of their gazes trained on mine.

'You're dangerous. He smirked proudly. 'If you think I'm dangerous look out for my younger brother. Remember the name, Andrew Frankstin. He'll be ....,' his eyes softened. 'He'll be worse than danger. I just know it.' Kevin snorted. 'Man you shouldn't put too much faith in those young chaps from Ethan's set. The only danger that'll happen is that the world might run out of food and TV shows.' 'Huh?! Andrew doesn't even watch TV!' Asher argued.

*****Xavier****** “Kill him.” Henry’s eyes widened in fear as Diego’s command echoed through the room. The tension was palpable as we all waited to see how this deadly game would end. I clenched my fist, ready to pouch at a moment’s notice, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. This was a dangerous game we were playing, but I was not about to back down now.