Frankini Henry Danger Novels & Stories

What kind of an icebreaker is that! He turns his head to where I'm still standing behind his booth, holding the piece of paper. He sees me holding it and frowns at me. All of a sudden, my hands get sweaty and my heart starts racing. Then I realize that I'm actually nervous. In my line of work, I deal with dangerous personalities everyday —the kind that run around with guns and drugs, and I know how to handle it. Nothing ever really scares me. I guess there is a first for everything. He offers me a lopsided smile, which quickly gets my knees all wobbly, and looks at me with those piercing blue eyes. At this point, I'm pretty sure I would say yes to everything if he asked me. Oh, if Carlene co

She was lying on wet ground for more than two hour, her eyes were busy scanning that place for her way of escape that when rusty green colored metal door of room opened and with gush of cold dreadful wind walked in three man, three disgusting looking tall and bulky man. All three of them were wearing nothing but just their old worn out pair of trousers, their huge, hairy, sweat covered pale body was visible to my eyes, each one of them was carrying a ‘Hockey bat’ in their hand, however the most fearful feature of them was their smile, their evil smile that was scaring me to my core, she already knew she was in danger but she wasn’t aware of fact how badly those three were willing to break he

I quipped, and he gave me a look that told me he didn’t know whether I was being serious or not. I wasn’t going to tell him. Let it consume his mind, I doubt it would, but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment. “Why are you following me Hench?” I asked now more relaxed that the person following me wasn’t trying to kill me. He was one of Emerson’s men, he kept popping up, each time in different attire. An actor with the world as his stage. “Keeping you safe, miss,” he said it in a cockney accent which I wasn’t sure was real, “Besides can’t let a lady such as yourself walk home alone, anything could have happened,”

Monique exclaimed and looked at him in horror. Henry was instantly shocked, and clenched his hands into fists. Fortunately, the man didn't really intend to hurt Frank. The blade streaked across Frank's face and was lifted high up by the man. Since Frank wasn't injured, Monique could finally relax. But before she could let out a sigh of relief, a dangerous scene happened again. It turned out that everyone's attention had been on Henry couple since they entered. Especially after the leader took control of Zoila and Frank.

Thinking like that, he decided not to turn on the light, but went straight into the house. A blast of cold air passed through Henry's body, making him feel dangerous. This is the house where he and Vivian have lived together for nearly a lifetime, does it contain any danger? Henry involuntarily rubbed his hands together, a feeling that began to overflow again until he hit something in the dark that made it make a sound.

Lucien didn’t respond. Henry continued. “She seems very observant.” “That’s not a crime.” “No,” Henry agreed smoothly. “But it is… interesting.” Lucien rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Are you calling to interrogate my fiancée?” “Of course not.” Henry’s tone remained calm. “I’m simply telling you to pay attention.” Lucien’s jaw tightened slightly. “I always do.” “Good,” Henry said. Then his voice softened slightly. “Because sometimes the most dangerous people are the ones who appear the calmest.”

Then again, Daciana will be damned to have intercourse with this stinking pig. “Calm down, baby girl. I'm about to make you feel good” he coaxed as he ripped off her blouse. His eyes met with those plummy breasts of hers. His mouth watered, and his arousal began unsettling. Henry intended to pull off his pants when a frightening sound was heard. “What the fuc. k!” he cursed, turning to behold a scary figure—the door was shattered and the figure was literally pitch dark. He almost jumped in fear as those bright red eyes glared murderously at him.

“And when they realized that… you became the easiest way to hurt me.” Lena’s pulse echoed in her ears. “But who? Who is doing this?” Alexander hesitated — and that hesitation terrified her. “His name is Marcus Hale,” Alexander finally said. “He used to be on the Board. He and I built this company together. Then we turned into enemies.” “Hale…” Lena repeated slowly. “Detective Hale?” “No,” he said quickly. “Different person. Same last name. Marcus is… more dangerous.” Lena stepped closer, fear and anger tangled inside her chest. “Alex… if he’s that dangerous, why didn’t you tell the police?”

Henry said anxiously, "You're not cooperating at all. How are you supposed to recover?" "But… That's such a big toy. What if… What if I get injured?" I voiced my concern. Henry explained, "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. If I don't do this, it'll take too long for you to see the results." Ignoring my protests, he pulled out two ropes and reached for my legs. He forcefully spread them apart and tied them to both sides.

“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. "The new owner of Ryder."