Game Shakers With Henry Danger Novels & Stories

Shocker nods his head before chasing after the girl and the serpecdysis. "Come on," Chadd says, "We'll help after getting the pieces." He runs toward the pieces with me following closely behind. "You know something," I say as I run after Chadd. "Shocker is bad at giving instruction." "Why? Because he doesn't talk?" "No. It's because while the two of us are going to receive a game piece, he alone is going to face a giant serpecdysis." Shocker:

he asks and Tom only coughs weakly in response. Axel chuckles at him, a deadly look in his eyes that would scare me if I wasn't so relieved to see him. "You know, you scumbag, it can take up to half a day to die from a shot to the middle of the stomach, to where you've just been shot. I'd gladly leave you here to bleed out, but I don't want any risks with the piece of shit that you are, so..." he cocks his gun, just to emphisize his intention.

He was already bleeding. " Oh, my God. No! " I muttered quietly as I went out towards him. He was shot in the stomach and when I tried to touch it, he groaned out loud. I stopped, my lips quivering. " I'm sorry," I mumbled and looked up at Xander, who was still staring at everything as if it was a movie. I walked up to him as well, shaking him roughly. " Will you at least get yourself together? I need help here!" He slowly moved and stared at me.

"Henry is a magician, an extremely dangerous killer who's already won six times and accumulated five billion in funds. Know what that means? Kill him, and you can get 5 billion." All the players turned to look at Henry, their eyes glowing green like hungry wolves eyeing a piece of meat. Henry finally exploded. "Julia, I will kill you!" The auctioneer interrupted his fury. "200 million, going once! 200 million going twice!" Under the table, I clenched my fists tight. Would he follow or not? "200 million going..." "300 million! I bid 300 million." Henry directly raised the bid to an unbelievable level. In this situation, he needed the safe house more than anyone.

Tammy advised him with kind intentions. However, Henry was not buying it. He just could not accept Sharon’s help, and he got more agitated than earlier. "Ask her to get lost! Quick! Go away!" When he was saying the last statement, he even picked up the vase beside him and smashed it aggressively onto the floor. The sound of the vase breaking into shards terrified Sharon, making her grow tense. She had never met anyone who would get angry so easily. "Mr. Henry…" She wanted to say something but the man started taking the decorations beside him. He stared at her coldly and said with a deep tone, "Aren’t you going to get lost? If not, I'll make sure you die!"

Henry was so scared that he was sweating, and both his legs began shaking. He shouted at the people, "You scumbags! Don't forget, you are here to protect me! Now just make a way, quickly!” "You are the scumbag!" The people yelled at Henry. "Protect you? You thought too much. The order we received was just to keep Hazel from leaving!" "This useless guy has just been beaten like hell by a woman, and now he screams like a pussy. Is he even a man?" "Look, he is shaking like shit. Oh, I think he just peed in his pants!"

I want to rot himself in hell. I was shaking. I couldn't do much as tears obstructed my vision. I couldn't care about how it’ll ruin my makeup if I looked like a raccoon in distress. That’s the least of my concerns. Henry’s taunting laughter bellowed, and I could barely breathe. I want to fucking kill him, but I can't. I'm a wreck. Damon's fingers remained coiled around the gun, but he didn't pull it away either.

“People are trying to kill Mia and me. Just let me get you both to safety.” Scared shitless, he looked around, making sure no one came in or out. “And how do I know that this isn’t part of the plan, some game?” “Because I’m not that good.” “You are.” “Because. . .” Xavier showed him his shaking hands.

He inches close to the glass, his eyes pinned on the sharks, apparently staring at him with deference and something else in their cold eyes. Something that borders on recognition. Could it be that they know him? If that’s true, how long has he owned them? Michael trails his fingers over the glass, then spills out. “I don’t know if you know, Malishka, but I thrive on danger…” His words make me gasp, my heart pulsing at his admission. Michael effortlessly looks dangerous, but hearing him admit it freely reminds me of the fear I felt that night I met him at Sin House. But that fear alone isn’t strong enough to dampen my desire for him. In fact, it makes me more attracted to him.

He finally understood that I hadn't just happened to pass by—I was systematically hunting down his targets with precision. He trembled with fury, his eyes turning bloodshot as he clenched his fists until his nails pierced his skin. He saw "MoonShadow" treating me with such devotion and compliance that he couldn't bring himself to face me. He turned and fled the scene in a hurry instead. It was a Wednesday night, and Henry planned to meet his third target—the game's top healer, "MiracleTouch".