Henry Danger Begins Novels & Stories

I could feel every inch of his hard body pressed against me the same body I had tried so hard to forget. Henry’s voice dropped even lower, dangerous and rough. “You have no idea what you’ve just walked into, Silver.” His eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second before returning to my face, dark and intense. The shouting in the background had stopped. The two suited men were probably watching now, but Henry didn’t seem to care. I swallowed hard, trapped between fear and that stupid, unwanted spark of heat low in my belly. This was bad. Really bad. And the way Henry was looking at me right now… it felt like the real danger had only just begun.

A woman like this could be the death of him. At the moment he didn’t care, wasn’t more than vaguely cognizant of those important details. Desire roared through his body, carried in by the scent of her unique pheromone. Proof enough of her danger. His blatant statement of ownership didn’t impress the girl. She ducked out of his arms and dashed behind the counter, glowering at him. “Guess again, pal,” she warned from the safety of the other side.

she asked, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his cock. His breath whistled through his teeth and he flexed in her grip. "Common sense—which apparently I don't seem to have—says I should never have started with you. I'll probably go to hell for pulling you into this life I live. It's too erratic. Too unsafe. But the truth is, the minute I saw you my brain took a vacation and my body took over. And with each time we spent together, you became more and more important to me. Now I've put you in danger, yanked out of your home in the middle of the night—"

Anaya covered her mouth with her hand as she wailed. Henry ran a hand through his hair, frustrated at the situation. There was no way they were still at the park which was definitely crowded. These people were dangerous, The fact that they knew the watch had a tracker meant that they were thorough. Henry was scared that his son might get harmed because of him. But he wasn’t ready to let fear rule his mind for now. “Inform the police, Alex. And have them come here for details. Move discreetly, I don’t want the press to hear about this.”

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,”

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.

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.

As I get there, I see Henry as he drops the pliers and Newton is covered in blood with his nails littered on the floor. “Now, the final question. Where is the hideout located?” Henry asks and he picks a hammer, he walks towards newton and squats in front of him. “What are you going to do with this one?” Newton stammers. “Smash your head if you don’t speak. Surely, you don’t want to see your family from the prospect of hell and watch them suffer in my hands. Now answer me before I end you here.” Henry warns.

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.