Henry Danger Begins Novels & Stories

He pushes his feet at the break as he sighted Roberto standing in the middle of the road. “What the fuck!” Henry yells banging his fist at the horn. Henry alight. “Get off the road!!” Roberto didn't misuse that great opportunity. He ran to Henry, he hits a punch on his face. “You rascal, how dare you fuck my wife?” Henry was able to hold his arms and Roberto tries to get off his grasp. “You can beat me later. Right now, your wife's life is in danger” Henry explained. “How do I believe all that gibberish? Huh?”

Hunter began tidying up while Gage checked on the radios and batteries. Briefing Khalia was necessary so she knew what to do in case of emergency, and it couldn’t be avoided. When he finally told her, it would probably scare her shitless no matter how he worded it. He wished there was something else he could do to shield her from all this. He hated her being in harm’s way over here.

"Tell the court what you saw." Henry swallowed. "I was walking home from work. I took a shortcut through the alley behind the old warehouse. That’s when I heard gunshots. I…I saw a group of men… they were wearing black jackets with tiger tattoos on their arms. Two men were on the ground, one of them was already still." "And did you see who shot them?" Henry nodded slowly. "One of the men—he had a scar on his left cheek. He was the one who shot the second man while he was already injured."

He adjusted his uniform, wiping the sweat from his brow just as the Sergeant appeared from the far side of the camp, eyes sharp and scanning. “Private Warner!” the older man barked. “What the hell are you doing out here?” Henry snapped to attention, masking every trace of his sinful secret. “Finishing up, sir. Was just heading back to the barracks.” The Sergeant studied him, suspicion flickering, before nodding slowly. “See that you do.” Henry saluted, his heart still pounding. As the Sergeant turned away, Henry let out a long breath, tension coiled tight in his gut. The danger was closing in.

He was always so romantic, so gentle but those nasty words had me soaking, and God, I loved this new dangerous side of him. “Oh Liam,” I mumbled, biting my lip, with my hand tangled in his hair. His fingers traced down my half-naked body, jolting every desire. He knelt before me, his hands unbuttoning my pants and sliding them off, leaving me in just my panties. He paused and lifted his head to look at me, his eyes with a question. I nodded, giving him permission to continue. He immediately pulled down my underwear, his gaze still on me as his tongue glided over me, so close to my pussy. His tongue brushed against my clit and I couldn’t help but moan helplessly.

It completely eclipsed the infinite display of fireworks Henry had launched for Yvonne earlier. Henry's composure shattered upon seeing the flare. He slapped the armrest of his chair and lunged to his feet. "Why did your mom have that with her?" That flare had been fired—a signal that the head of the family was in peril and required immediate rescue. Henry, being a Glover himself, understood the gravity of the situation. He knew that once the Thunderbolt Squad arrived, there would be no hiding what he had done. "I-I can't let Mom and Dad find out about this," Henry muttered to himself before a savage glint flashed in his eyes, radiating pure murderous intent. He then reloaded his weapon, cha

“Is the bomb detonator.” Diana stared at it, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Merlin and I,” Henry continued, gesturing lightly between himself and the man tied to the chair, “are both rigged with bombs.” He paused deliberately, letting the words sink in. “The timer started the moment you walked in.” Diana’s heart skipped. Her head snapped toward Merlin again, then back to Henry. Her fingers curled slightly as panic began to creep deeper into her system. “On the left is Merlin,” Henry said, pointing toward him.

No matter his feelings toward me, he didn't strike me as the type of man who'd respond well to other people interfering in his relationships. His security team once hospitalized someone who tried to break into his house. The guy wound up in a months-long coma with broken ribs and a shattered kneecap. Sloane's voice echoed in my head, followed by an image of coal dark eyes and calloused hands. A shiver skated down my spine. I was suddenly glad Dante didn't take any interest in my comings and goings. If he did...I had a strong feeling Heath might not make it to see his company's IPO.

There was something about H that gave off an air of danger, a gut feeling that Martin couldn’t shake. As H made his way towards his own car, Henry stepped out as well, following closely behind. Martin’s heart skipped a beat as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. He had expected a simple exchange of the goods that had brought him and Henry to the middle of nowhere in the first place, not this ominous confrontation.

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.