Henry Danger Captain Jerk Novels & Stories

Are you really looking to get yourself killed? Miracle Doctor: Captain, I sympathize with you! Love My Mommy The Most: It's even better to show off in front of Captain. Next time, he'll get an even more advanced system, and we'll steal it again. How much manpower and resources would that save us?! Terrorists: Henry, you're strong! Counter-Strike: ...Henry, I really will arrest you. You're so cunning, so treacherous, I bet you'll be a dangerous criminal when you grow up.

“It’s not that easy, unfortunately. I have recently discovered a traitor amongst us.” Henry’s eyes widened, his face paled. “Who?” “He is Captain Hawk’s first-mate, Rufus Daughtery. Worse, he is also Lieutenant Mercer’s right hand man.” Releasing a ragged breath, Henry shook his head. “This news is not good at all.” “Exactly. I know he’s watching me to see what move I make next—just as he’s been watching me this whole time.” “Then what shall we do?” Henry folded his arms. “We cannot let Emiline be kept as his prisoner any longer.”

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.

Jerry said to Luke furiously. Luke just grinned at him. “It’s a Thomas thing.” Luke replied. “Thomas thing my ass.” Jerry replied. What Jerry did not want to say was how jealous he was when he watched the in-laws at work. He had been craving to join them, but he was under pressure from his captain. While he was in uniform he had a duty to the town of Buttershire, but watching James dive again and again had made him wonder if his Captain was only trying to save face because of his own fear.

No universe is trying to be unfair," Duke replied as the thunder struck. It’s got him scared as rain started ​ from the dark sky. "Of course it is. Brainy, the special one." Duke guesses he doesn’t know where they will get the kidnapper or how they will deal with Brainy. "But Henry, where do you actually want us to go?" He asked "We are off to Jack," Henry said, smiling. "Who on earth will think Jack is a kidnapper?" "Oh, that's right, but Jack is not an abductor." Going to Jack wasn’t what he wanted; besides, he had seen Jack as a great pirate. How did he end up as a kidnapper?

“Now get in, darling.” I hesitate. Then, I slide into the seat. “My husband will probably kill you for this.” “I’ll love to see him try.” He walks around, running his hand through his hair and settling into the driver’s seat beside me. “You might be Mrs Carter now,” he says with a smirk. “But a bigger part of you will always belong to me. You can keep fighting but you should know, desire never lies.” He glances my way. “This is just day one.”

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

I hissed. His eyes darkened, something shifted, and he was going to hit me. I braced myself, waiting to feel the pain that would come. He laughed. Head thrown back as if he was sitting in the front row seat of a comedy show. The sound was low, a rumble that oozed with danger, just enough to tell me that I should have stayed quiet. He leaned closer, his breath fanning my face. He smelt divine, the thought sliced through me, a crude thought, brash fast, shouldn’t even be there.

he announced. “A man?!” Sara yelled, standing up from her seat. She stood behind the young man who was staring at his laptop screen, zooming the footage for a clearer view. Sara's heart jumped into her stomach as she caught sight of the tall, well built man with long black hair, clad in black sweatshirt and pants. “Ryker!!” She gasped as his face came to view. Her mouth went dry as she scrambled for her phone. “He's getting close, the men might shoot!!” She cried, her hands trembling on her phone.

As we neared the entrance, Chris and Jerick, who had been eagerly awaiting our return, stood there, their expressions a mix of anticipation and concern. Without a moment's hesitation, Jerick set aside the things he was holding and sprinted toward us, with his steadfast friend Chris closely trailing behind. As Jerick’s eyes met mine, a tidal wave of relief engulfed him. However, beneath that relief lay a lingering worry, a concern for the treatment I might have endured at the hands of Alexei Carisi.