Game Shakers With Henry Danger Novels & Stories

He shot at a trashcan and missed by a large distance. “Who?” Shelby asked, even though she thought that she knew who he was talking about. “Jolene.” Henry spat out. “That fucking bitch has caused me too much damned trouble and I’m going to solve two problems with her.” “What problems?” Zack asked as he made a subtle movement with his hand and activated his button camera. He knew better than to think that this would be like in the movies or TV shows where the villain would spew out their manifesto. But he could hope.

It threw him back with tremendous force. Dustin’s face remained impassive. This was the inherent risk in this game. The two liquids were special in that if they expanded or contracted too quickly, an explosion would occur. Henry had intended to catch Dustin off guard, but instead, he paid the price. The force of the explosion was not fatal but not entirely harmless either. It could wound, or in a worse case, cripple someone. Henry’s men rushed forward in panic to help him up. Henry’s body was scorched, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were in tatters.

Xavier had it down to a tee, the public played like a fiddle in the palm of his hands. When he finally made the mistake to cross my boss he officially sealed his face, no way one played with fire and expected not to be burned that was actually a little stupid if you asked me, but he had made his bed and no he had to lie in it. Forever. Grace Anderson announced a reward price for information, part of me felt like offering fake intel just to pocket the money but the other part that knew she was worse than her husband did not want to help the vile woman. I almost jumped out of my seat when someone tapped on my shoulder, a blush creeping on my cheeks. It is a miracle that my automatic reaction w

Yet, in that moment, he couldn't deny the flicker of hope that Henry's words ignited within him. Asher's voice trembled with a mixture of concern and disbelief. "You really want her to kill me, don't you?" he questioned, his eyes searching Henry's face for any sign of jest. Henry couldn't help but let out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. "No, no, Asher! I don't want her to harm you in any way," Henry reassured him, a warm smile accompanying his words. "But there's nothing wrong in giving it a try, right? Sometimes taking risks can lead to unexpected outcomes."

It might be stupid, but I’m desperate. “Well, little Nevaeh, we know this because your boyfriend has made someone very angry, and we’re here to make sure he suffers,” Henry replies gruffly as he takes a couple of steps closer. I follow his movements as he continues to circle me. It’s only when their eyes begin to glow red and their hands become claws that I realize what kind of trouble I’m in.

However, I didn’t know how much that one tiny shake of my head would actually help me because his dark eyes remained completely unmoving, locked onto Henry with something that looked far more dangerous than anger. And then— A deafening crash tore through the room. My eyes shot toward the sound. Plates. The table. Something colliding violently against something else. And then I saw Ashton. His hand was wrapped around the back of Henry’s neck, his fingers digging into him as he forced Henry’s face straight into the plate of breakfast in front of him. The plate? Fucking shattered. Pieces of ceramic scattered across the table, food smeared everywhere, glasses rattling violently as everything on

I pulled it out, hoping it wasn’t Jonathan checking on me, because I couldn’t talk to him right now. It was a text from an unknown number. Enjoying your morning? This is just the beginning. …D My hands started shaking again. I threw the phone across the room, not caring where it landed. Then I curled up on my bed, still clutching the pillow, and tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do. Because one thing was clear…Daniel was playing a game. And he was enjoying being a psychopath if bastard. I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up hours later to my phone ringing.

Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock! The sound of the wall clock could be loudly heard in the dark room illuminated with neon lights. A man tied to a chair with his mouth taped, shivered in fear—he felt rather than heard the heavy footsteps of the man approaching, signifying danger. His teeth clattered, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. Two men dressed in black with matching color of hats stood beside him, gun in their hands.

Murphy was draining a shifter just feet away. “Any word from my dad,” I asked. “Nothing yet,” Dough said. My stomach sank. The ground began to shake, fuck I wasn’t doing that. Murphy shot to his feet, soaked in blood. He had a massive cut on his face that was trying to heal, he looked nasty. But filled with the thrill of the fight. “I think he’s here but I don’t know where,” I said, as the ground shook more violently. The earth began to open up, and I had to levitate to avoid falling in. The house began to sink, the bodies began to fall in and disappear.

“How about we all go play some Big Buck Hunter? If Jane and I can get a higher score than you and Nancy, then I don't have to line dance. If you guys beat us, I'll go out there and make a fool out of myself.” “You're on, my friend,” Henry said. He reached across the table and two shook hands. “Oh, my God,” I said, laughing. “You guys are crazy. Especially you, Carter. Have you ever even played that game before?” “No,” he admitted. “But I'm a pretty good shot.” I raised an eyebrow. I had a hard time believing Carter had ever shot a gun before. Or for that matter, had ever seen one in real life. “Is that so?”