Henry Danger Crossover Game Shakers Novels & Stories

"I will make you climax in five minutes, and I won't stop with what I'm doing till you say yes." "And yes isn't the safe word, isn't it?" Eve asked. "It's an answer to your request." "Yes. See it as the last game. If I don't make you climax in five minutes, it means I've lost, and if I extend the climax, you can say no as the safe word." *** Eve knew the mind was the greatest sex organ, and Elvin had a stronghold in her mind. He could definitely pull this last game off, but wanting to make it a challenge for him, merely to show him he couldn't have all the victory, she accepted.

I know he's trying. I tilt back and forth. "Or I could go downstairs." Eryk's head whips around. "No." "It's dangerous," Stace says uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. He's wary of my reaction, trying not to trap me, while trying not to put me in danger. It's not that I want to make things difficult for them, I just fear if my emotions swell up to an uncontrollable point again, I'll burn this entire motel to the ground, with everyone in it.

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

I looked up at Cyrus who was already staring at me with a strange look in his eyes. “Yup,” he walked past me, not letting the moment settle between us. “Welcome to the hood, Cross.” He winked at me, secretly and I walked in, eager to start the fun and make some memories. It was chaos. A group of boys gathered together to play video games would always be chaos. Noah cursed at the screen, Hakeem jumped in celebration– he had beat two people in a row and was now bursting with arrogance. “I hate it when he wins,” Henry groaned next to me. “He never lets anyone hear the last of it.”

Maybe with a cheese omelet. He had just opened the fridge to see what they had in the way of food, and what he’d have to ask to be delivered from the grocery store, when he heard a noise behind him. He and Honey – all the Men, actually – knew to identify themselves when entering a room from an unseen position, so he knew it wasn’t her. Besides, she and Jack were out in the yard checking the security equipment, cameras, and fences, and no way they’d have walked the entire perimeter yet. Lightning-quick, Tex spun, arms extended, gun steady and aimed to kill. “Jesus!” Spider leapt back, raising his arms in front of his chest automatically… like that would do any damn good if Tex fired. “You gon

He just wiped his bloody dagger clean, eyes locked and stormy. In this cursed game, switching zones was like trying to climb to heaven barefoot. Either grind until you drop for a pass or drop a fortune on black market trash. They'd been stuck here a week, just trying to get through. Then came the buzzing—low at first, then louder. "What is that?" Howie glanced up, jumpy. Darren's frown deepened. He followed the sound. Down the path, a girl in a ragged tee and ponytail wobbled toward them on a beat-up scooter.

“A little game of chance. Keeps things interesting.” My heart started to pound again, not from thunder this time, but from a different kind of fear. This was a game I knew nothing about. A game with rules I didn’t understand, but whose intent felt chillingly clear. “No, no, that’s… that’s insane,” I stammered, gripping Jax’s armrest harder. “Nobody plays that for real.” Dare shrugged, a casual movement that did nothing to alleviate the growing dread in my stomach. “It’s not with a real gun, angel. We have our own version.” He pulled something from his pocket. It glinted in the dim light. A small, heavy metal flask.

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

There are no shortcuts. Rule 3. Warning signs and clues scattered throughout the levels to provide guidance, indicating possible dangers — Red drawings depict trap locations, velvet sketches warn of places to tread carefully, and black marks signal other looming threats. Symbols will indicate possible dangers — crosses mean fog, stars mean flashing lights and noises, withered roses mean pits and thorns, skulls mean poisonous gasses and darkness. But remember that above all, these clues and warning alone doesn't guarantee 100% of safety. Players must strictly proceed with caution.