Henry Danger Death Novels & Stories

That we would have to make a desperate decision very soon. “I love you Dustin. I’m so damn sorry,” I said, stroking his face. He shook his head. “I knew at a young age what my father was doing, who he was getting into bed with. It was only a matter of time. It could have happened at any moment, if he’d pissed off the wrong person or said the wrong thing. The danger was always present, looming. But dying for love, for my mate, to keep her with me and away from that bald piece of shit, that’s a cause certainly worth dying for,” he said.

"No. I'm fine." She said 'fine' when in reality it wasn't. "Where are the others?" I looked around. But saw no one. Sarra and Kevin's faces looked gloomy. "Hey, what's up, guys?" I asked. Kevin looked at me. I started to feel bad. As if something was wrong. Sarra, she even cried pitifully. "What's going on?!" "Henry is dead. That man killed him viciously." said Sarra while sobbing.

It would have far-reaching consequences for Hodbridge's economy, affecting various areas, including real estate. After hanging up, Richard had some reservations. However, the news was delivered quickly. Dominic had died the previous night from cultivation psychosis. That shook him once more. Henry's strength was far beyond his imagination. After addressing Dustin's concerns, Henry decided not to return to the Millers. He went to a nearby hotel and checked in there instead. The next morning, before Henry even awoke, his phone rang incessantly. He picked it up. "I have good news for you, Henry. Dominic is dead. He died last night." Lydia could barely contain her excitement.

Henry’s whisper, the urgency in his voice. Henry lay sprawled on the floor, his white shirt stained dark red, his eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling. His phone – the one he’d used to call him mere minutes ago – was still clutched in his lifeless hand. “Oh God, no,” Jackson stumbled backward, his back hitting the wall. His legs gave out, and he slid to the floor, unable to look away from Henry’s body. The one person who might have had answers, who could have helped him understand what was happening to Damian, was gone.

Kimberly entered the living room, seeing the pictures in the news, it was reported that Henry died in a plane crash the previous night on his way to India. Kimberly knelt on her feet in shock. Just then, Regina rushed towards her and began to hit her. "You evil woman, you murdered Henry, you're responsible for his death. You're evil. I hate you." She continued to hit her. Kimberly couldn't raise a finger to defend herself. She was still in shock over Henry's death. Everyone seemed devastated by the news. Margaret and Vanessa were able to pull Regina from hitting her. Soon, there were police officers in the mansion. They searched for evidence concerning Henry's death as they received informat

In fact, just the thought alone was enough to have my blood boiling hot as my fists clenched automatically at my sides. “You better do it right! At least you have something to munch on while you wait, as for me… I have nothing.” Henry spat angrily, his tone still calm as ever. “I so regret killing off that bastard that night! I should’ve waited, just a little bit! But at least… I have his recorded screams to play at night, that is a consolation” “Hmm,” I hummed in agreement, already imaging just how much damage that bastard Drake could have gotten to his body before been sent off to hell on that new year’s night.

“Just stop please Chester, I'll be different now, I won't to try anything.” As she was speaking, Henry had already been thrown into the river and he knocked his head against a rock immediately, bleeding out to death and the river became red with his blood. When Scarlett saw this, her screams became so loud that it even sent the birds into the sky with alarm. Then I saw Chester walking towards her. I was about to ask him what he was doing, but then I decided to just trust him and see what his next action would be. Was he going to show Scarlet mercy again? I wondered, but something told me to stay and watch what he would do.

This was something much more dangerous. But if it wasn't Henry... then who?

He glanced at the door, making sure it was closed. "That would work, except that Chris is unable to die," I reminded him, catching on to his meaning. "He took the full blast of an explosion and shrugged it off like it was nothing. Trying to assassinate him will only make him more dangerous and unpredictable. "Henry, you and I should focus on figuring out your illness so we can cure you. You dying won't do anyone any good either." Henry sighed. "Yes, I suppose you're right," he admitted reluctantly. "Have we narrowed down exactly what the issue is?"

But Kathleen had gone behind his back to pay those men, and they had killed him. He wanted revenge on Kathleen. She was shocked. It was insane! “I personally think Stephen was more dangerous than we thought, because they cut off his hands and left him to bleed to death.” Henry mused to himself. “His hands were cut off?!” Quinn almost screamed in surprise. “Yes, and that’s just sick.” Henry replied with a frown. Quinn could notice how his face was scrunched up in confusion but that wasn’t what bothered her at the moment. She was still in shock and to think that Kathleen, who was now a murderer, was out there, gallivanting around her. It scared her.