Henry Danger Crossover Game Shakers Novels & Stories

he smirked, his fingers thrusting deeper and harder, hitting all the right places. My whole body quivered, my thighs clamping together, sweat dripping everywhere. He didn’t stop, he kept going, moving even faster as I howled with pleasure, screaming his name over and over, my hands gripping the bedsheet tightly until I was shaking and gasping uncontrollably. My body was on fire, his fingers driving me wild. And then— knock, knock, knock. I froze, my body flinging at the sound. Liam cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “Shit… that’s my flatmate,” he muttered, almost pulling his fingers out.

“Alex, you watch these assholes until the cops get here. Aidan, sit your ass down until the ambulance guys arrive to check you over. Gabi, you OK to help me out?” “Yes.” She looked a bit pale, but she was steady. “What do you need me to do?” “Help me clean up a bit?” She looked at all the broken glass everywhere. “Sure thing. Let me go to my room and get my running shoes, OK?” Jax glanced down at Kenleigh’s sexy-as-fuck high-heeled boots that she was wearing. “Yeah, sure.” Behind her, Don and Lizard exchanged glances. They withdrew a bit, moved away from Jax and Aidan.

“I set up a memorial for our child in secret. Will you go and bring it to me?” Looking heartbroken, Leon could never say no to me. At last, no one was there keeping an eye on me. I picked up the teapot from the table and crushed the porcelain under the blanket, careful not to make a sound. I glided the broken shard across my aorta. The System’s notification rang in my mind. “Congratulations on exiting the world, Player. You have three months of life remaining in your original world.” Before I could open my eyes, the System’s voice cut through.

As soon as he said it, Damien suddenly clutched his chest in pain. An ominous red glow pulsed from beneath his white shirt. "Damien? What's wrong?" I rushed to support him. "It's nothing... just..." He gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "The game's rules... they're restricting me." Just then, heavy footsteps echoed through the room. The sound of stone grinding. The sound of chains dragging. The room's temperature dropped to freezing. Two shadows slowly emerged from the walls. The first had the silhouette of a woman, but her hair... was a mass of writhing snakes.

"Hand over the cards, and maybe I'll let you live—for old times' sake. Otherwise? You die here." I smirked. The spell didn't even graze me before it snapped back—hard. Deep gashes tore across their faces. I pulled out Mia's eyeball, Revenant Granny's potion, Revenant Grandpa's staff, and Darkblood Count's cross. I twirled the cross lazily. "So... remind me how you planned to kill me again?" The second the cross moved, their magic shield shattered like glass. Kael and Mara screamed as their skin split open, slow and brutal.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

She mostly kept to the city, but she loved the sights of the colourful lights and brightly decorated stores that stood out in the gloom of the night. “What are you hungry for?” “Anything.” She answered, distracted by the teenage girls playing hopscotch in front of a four-storey building. “Anything.” He repeated. “Do you come here often?” "Not recently, but I used to." He pointed at her window. "There is a gaming centre down that road. In college, I loved to come over and play a game or ten with my friends." "What kind of games." "RPG." "Are you any good?"

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

" She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens! Kelly was into the game already. She was looking alive and ready. Tala wrote something on the piece of paper and then wrote number one to ten on another piece of paper. I watched in curiosity as she tore each number and folded it. "This game is similar to pick and act, but it involves two participant." She added. She made us sit on the floor, as we all sat in circle. A bottle of alcohol was kept in the center.

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”