Henry Danger Brawl In The Hall Novels & Stories

"I'm afraid Henry was involved in a serious altercation with another student." My heart dropped.

The moment she heard her yell out, Jacklyn instantly leaped into action, spinning around to flee, but Henry and his men were faster. Their expressions changed abruptly before they lunged toward Jacklyn in just a few steps and surrounded her from all sides. In an instant, several ruthless gazes fell on her. Jacklyn watched them warily, and she lowered her voice in warning. "My friend knows I'm coming. She'll be here any second to meet me." Henry was a gangster, so the last thing he feared was warnings or threats. His lips curled up into a wicked smirk. "So? Do you think that would scare me?"

The door remained partially open. The moment he stepped inside, the suffocating pressure around him intensified instantly. The luxurious room was in complete disarray, with broken glass scattered across the floor, overturned furniture, and clear signs of a desperate struggle everywhere. And in the middle of the chaos, Henry sat on the floor clutching his bleeding head. “Damn it! You’re late,” Henry said impatiently. Hearing the approaching footsteps, he had assumed it was Beatrice and the paparazzi arriving. However, the moment Henry looked up and saw Alex standing there, his face lost all color.

With an anguished bellow, he rips off whatever is left on the golden bed and proceeds towards the hallway to slaughter the remaining rebels. Henry was about to cross the threshold of his chambers in a blind rage when all of a sudden, a boot-clad foot landed on his chest with force, sending him tumbling on his back, on the floor. A grunt escaped his throat when the chest ached and head bangs against the solid marble. From the window of blurry vision, he saw a dark figure stepping inside the chambers lazily before standing over his fallen figure smugly. The sword in Henry’s hand was now resting at the other side of the chamber.

He returned his gaze toward Henry when he got nothing to see Henry looking down at his manhood. “Are you okay? Be okay there.” Henry mumbled, having a sad expression on. What is going on? Daniel wondered. Henry turned and started walking back to the club entrance, Daniel didn't hesitate to follow him this time. “Don't ever allow that Blue hair I chased out of here back again, else, be ready to lose your fucking jobs standing here!” Henry threatened before walking into the club and heading up to a VIP room specially prepared for him. Daniel kept following Henry until they got to Henry's door.

They were chatting away merrily. When they passed Henry, a flash of silver suddenly swung toward Henry. The cold blade stabbed his stomach. Henry's eyes widened. With an almost inhuman speed, he hit the wrist that held the blade. The umbrella fell to the ground, splashing into the puddles. Henry didn't even have time to think about who the men were when the other five men took out their knives. They flung their own umbrellas to the ground. Then, they slashed at Henry. Henry nimbly dodged them and did a roundhouse kick. With a "clang", a knife fell to the ground.

Everyone seated around the table had a dropped jaw. Mr Bloom was still pointing an aggressive finger toward the door with a tightened jaw. "I saidd get out of my house this minute." he thundered. Henry was forced to stand up in fear. He had a blank expression on his face. "But sir...what wrong have done?....I..." Henry stammered, his voice rippling. Mr Bloom pointed the finger to his face. "Not a word from you," he warned and motioned with his head to Henry to get out.

Kyle made sure to hit every single part of her pussy and made her scream his name every seconds. *** (MCCHARTHY MANSION) It was dinner time as Henry walked down the stairs with a blank look on his face. Mrs Katerina was busy adjusting Mr Tyler’s tie preparing him for his evening function. He walked passed them without a word. “What’s that on your head son?” Came a question from Mr Tyler. Henry look up not getting what he meant. Mr Finn walked closer and touch the small bruise on his right forehead. “Were you bullied?” he asked.

Henry scrambled for a second his hands slipping as he tried to steady himself, but then he was up, moving toward Rome again, this time with conviction, one hand halfway behind his back, as if he were winding up for the blow. Furious that Henry had punched Rome when he was just there to keep her safe, Juliet took a few steps toward the fight, thinking she’d punch Henry a few times herself, possibly below the belt. But before she could get there, a bouncer stepped between the two men, ordering them that that was enough. He was a big guy, probably larger than The Tank even, and there was no way either of them were going to get at one another with his solid wall of muscle between them.

Even when Pedro kissed me before, it didn't have the same effect as that mysterious man. About fifty minutes had passed, and Kim hadn't called yet. My gaze was suddenly drawn to a bald man wearing sunglasses. For some reason, I caught a strange movement from the man sitting in the corner of the room. His hand moved slowly, pulling out an object that I could tell was a gun—wait, what? My eyes darted to his target—a guy sitting a few tables away. Without thinking, I bolted toward him. Bang! “Watch out!” I yelled, shoving him to the ground just as the bullet whizzed past us. We crashed into a table, sending everything tumbling.