Henry Danger Double Date Danger 소설 & 이야기

They dreamed of being like their parents, marrying once and for all. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she cupped a hand around her mouth to stifle any sound that might escape her. Her life was over, thanks to a stupid decision. It wasn’t even accepting the plan that was the most foolish thing to her. It was her decision to date Richard. There had been no red flags, he had been considerate and attentive, and she was well within her rights not to suspect anything was wrong. But everything was wrong. The skeletons in his closet included someone as grotesque as Ysabel.

The room still smelled like him. A mix of something expensive and dangerous, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to wash off. I sat in the dark, unmoving, lips tingling from his kiss. My heart was still racing—half in anticipation, half in confusion. Jillian Colbert didn’t say things he didn’t mean. That much, I was starting to learn. But he also didn’t say things to make you feel better. Which made his last words all the more terrifying.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

-R Yeah-G My uncle is dating my sister?-R Don't make it weird-G You are weird-R So are you-G We owe dad, you know?-R I know-G What are you doing now?-R Cooking-G Of course- R Talk later-G Bye-R She smiled at the thought that her quiet, smartass sister might have met her match with Maleek. "Is everything okay over at Casa de Date?” Yuri asked from the couch. "Yeah. It seems Maleek and Gina might be a thing." Reena replied.

Something dangerous. Something that could destroy them all.

She asked, leaning into her hip. Tatto guy smiled. "So it wasn't you, danger?" She smirked at Hulk guy. "The name is Henry." He returned her smirk. "Henry danger," she snorted. "Nice. What about you, perv? Oh wait, let me guess." She turned to tatto guy. She appeared to be thoughtful. In that brief moment, she spotted the head of a pocket knife peering from his side pockets. "I don't do names. Are you a hooker?" He interrupted her thought process.

“Well, I'm glad you're okay. I've been wanting to talk to you about our double date.” I raised an eyebrow. “You don't waste time, do you?” Henry grinned. “Why wait? I've already cleared it with my partner, and he's in. Now it's your turn.” I sighed, pretending to be reluctant. “Fine. When were you thinking?” Henry pulled out his phone and started typing. “How about this weekend? We can go to that new restaurant downtown.” I nodded, and we finalised the plans. As I walked into the office, Henry trailed after me, filling me in on the office gossip.

“How comforting.” His expression didn't change. “It isn't supposed to be.” The honesty of that landed harder than reassurance would've. I looked back toward the windows again as rain blurred the city into gray streaks beyond the glass. “What are the actual dangers?” I asked quietly. This time Dante took slightly longer to answer. “Victor is dangerous when cornered,” he said. “Adrian is dangerous when underestimated.” “And Hannah?” At that, something colder entered his expression. “Hannah is desperate.”

Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock! The sound of the wall clock could be loudly heard in the dark room illuminated with neon lights. A man tied to a chair with his mouth taped, shivered in fear—he felt rather than heard the heavy footsteps of the man approaching, signifying danger. His teeth clattered, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. Two men dressed in black with matching color of hats stood beside him, gun in their hands.

"I think that choice has to be mine, Mr. Killian. Certainly any woman with a brain who's been involved with Gabriel Peralta for more than eighteen months knows he doesn't work as an accountant or a salesman. I could have shut the door on this any time. So please don't discuss me as if I weren't here." She thought she saw a smile tugging one corner of the man's mouth but it was gone so quickly she wondered if she was mistaken. Daniel Killian didn't seem like the type of man who smiled very much. He lifted his mug to his mouth, disguising any reaction by taking a long swallow of coffee. "Fine. Those are things we can discuss after we get this current situation under control. I just wanted you