Henry Danger Captain Jerk Novels & Stories

“No wonder it was so easy for you to kidnap his boss. This one can't even protect himself, not to talk of protecting anyone else. There’s nothing to fear. He’s not leaving here alive.” Jerome hung his head as his captor shoved him none too gently towards the open door of the cottage. Never in his life had he felt so humiliated, useless, and incapable. He could only hope that he had left enough clues and traces for his second in command to take over from where he had left off and find them, or better still, call the police and have them take over the search, otherwise, he, Derek, and Mrs. Turner, were all doomed.

he said to her. “I know nothing about what my sister is doing…” Hurai replied, taking some additional steps away from him the second she noticed that the young man in front of her was slowly closing the distance between them. “I know. It's even more shocking that you don’t seem to care. My name is Jeriiah by the way…I’m the guy everyone goes to for information. Hunkara is bigger but I’m cheaper.,” he said with an even more crooked smile on his face staring even more intensely at her face than before.

Jonathan patted his brother with a serious face but only got Henry's glare. "Shut up!" Henry said two words and drove into the base. He came down and threw the keys to one of the Soldiers to pack the car while headed his way to a direction with Jonathan following behind him curiously. "Now The Commander looks like someone who is possessed by a ghost and he is always angry so it's better you don't provoke him, because I won't be able to save you if you head is cut down!" Henry warned in a serious. "Seriously? So you will watch me die inside there and will not do anything?" Jonathan asked but Received no reply.

“What’s going on?” Officer Blake’s expression grew even more serious. “Mr. Henry, I’m afraid we have some troubling news. We received a call earlier today from one of our investigators. He provided us with information that led us to believe your family might be in danger, they're in someone's hostage, I think his name is … .” he said, trying to open a file before him to confirm his name. Henry’s stomach dropped. “Marcus,” he whispered, more to himself than to the officer.

"Why am I seeing her with my worst enemy? What the hell have you been doing?" Four henchmen stood silently in the shadows, watching the scene unfold as Henry continued to scold the captive man. Their eyes shifted nervously between the two men, wary of the tension that filled the air. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Jason entered the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. Jason was not only Henry's best friend but also his second-in-command, a loyal and trusted companion.

He really didn't dare … He didn't dare to think what he would do if something happened to her. "Ry, we got him. He was hiding in the drain, and he almost escaped." Julian got out of the car and walked over. One of his men got out of the backseat with a man in his grip. The man was scrawny and shifty-looking. Henry's eyes filled with rage when he saw him. "What is your—" The police captain had taken out a recorder pen and notebook from his pocket and was about to interrogate him, when Henry suddenly kicked the man's stomach.

The next thing I know, I saw that JERK's face in front of me. He's wearing a white shirt which is fitted to his body. He's also wearing a black cap, and he only have his phone placed above the table. When I look at his face, the usual, no emotion can be read at all. He is handsome, that's a given. He has a tanned skin, a mid-messy hair, a clean face, no visible pores or any pimple marks or what, and he has a very good looking nose. But, no matter how handsome he might be, the fact that he made me waited for a long time is a big deal to me.

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

The planned brunch, the easy companionship, the sense of security I’d felt just yesterday – it all felt like a distant memory, a dream from which I had ruddenly awakened. I sank onto the sofa, the plush cushions offering little comfort. Victoria’s words echoed in my mind: "Sometimes, the most dangerous threats don't announce themselves with a roar, but with a whisper." Her reappearance had been the whisper, a subtle infiltration. But this, this was a more concrete manifestation of the damage. It wasn't just an unsettling encounter; it was a tangible consequence, a clear indication that something was fundamentally wrong. Earnest’s distraction, his flimsy excuse, his dismissive attitude – it a

he growled, his fury absolute. "She is not the Luna, but the one who murdered Max," Henry said, walking in with a chilling calm. He strode forward majestically, completely unbothered by the Alpha’s rage. "Oh, you are right, Henry, but sending her out there was too dangerous," Jerry said, his anger dissolving into a weakness, a flash of pity for me. He was a good man, and I felt a dangerous wave of affection for him, but I fought it. I couldn't love a man who refused to love me.