Henry Danger Double-o Danger Novels & Stories

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

Don't you get what I am trying to say? ‘No, I don't and I don't want to. You are not working for Henry. I won't let you be the sacrificial lamb.’ ‘But sir, I’m willing. I will go find something to help you win against Henry who knows he-' he raised his hand in dismissal. ‘You don't know who Henry is. He is dangerous. Moreover, If Henry finds out that you want to act as a double agent he will not hesitate to hurt You.’ ‘He will not hurt me. From what I have seen, Henry has a soft spot for me. I won't get caught.’ I insisted.

It wasn't her business what Idris was up to. "Yo, what's up?" Idris answered, trying to sound casual. "It's bad, man," his boy replied. "We got caught in the act, and the cops are on our tail. We need a way out, ASAP." Idris could feel his heart racing as he tried to come up with a plan. He looked behind him to see if Natasha or Maria were around. "Where are you now?", he asked as he stepped forward, rubbing his forehead in confusion.

"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

Much subdued, Leo asked, “Can you help me purge the pheromone from my system, Scy?” “I don’t know. We can try, though I don’t know why you’d bother. The swamps aren’t exactly swarming with men who’ll notice.” “No, only one killer who’s hunted down charmers before,” she snapped. “And you’ll not go near him.” He straightened up. “It’s too dangerous.” Leo’s expression remained mutinous. “Don’t press me, woman.” A hint of Haunt fire made his blue eyes glow. “Not over this.”

“Not the highlight of my week, I must admit.” Dante’s body vibrated with tension. It lined his jaw and coiled beneath his skin, like a viper waiting to strike. “Did he do anything else?” I shook my head. Oxygen thinned by the second, making each word difficult, but I pushed forward. “Security got there before anyone was hurt. I’m okay. Really.” The last word pitched higher than the rest. The muscle in his jaw ticked again. “You’re shaking.” Was I? I checked. Yes, I was.

A heavy drum beat in my ears. I stepped back and stumbled, the strength leaving my legs, and I fell. The doctor caught me. “Are you okay?” I nodded, not understanding anything. “Breathe,” he instructed. “Slowly. That's it.” I followed his instructions, holding his arm tight. “Is he ever going to recover?” The doctor looked sad. “Honestly,” he said gently, like he was scared I would lose consciousness. “There's every possibility that he will make it.” He was probably telling me that so I didn't lose my mind.

Zeke I always took pride in my Harley Davidson, it the one thing I owned legally. I had earned the money for it the right way, saved up until I was able to afford it. The one thing that had no ties to gangs, mafia, crime. With my job as a hit man I made pretty sweet deals, money was not a problem for me but I wanted something safe. No, I needed it, it was like a tether something keep me grounded. This was exactly why I took my bike out for a ride after every assignment as I liked to call them, hit job made me feel like a monster so I avoid the term as much as possible. I went out for rides to clear my head, to help ease the guilt of committing a murder.

"Get your team ready. We move at midnight." "Copy that." Heinz's tone had already shifted back into something steady and professional, though the warmth from a moment ago hadn't fully disappeared underneath it. "Stay safe, yeah? I mean it." "Always do." He ended the call and stood a moment longer in the empty hallway, gaze sweeping once more over the shadows pooled thick along the walls, before finally forcing himself to move, footsteps quick and purposeful as he made his way to relay the plan to the rest of the household.

Her father's handwriting was still on the folded letter. Carefully... She unfolded it again. The paper had already begun to soften from being opened too many times. Her eyes found the familiar words. > If you're reading this... someone finally found the ledger. Her breathing slowed. Then she turned over the old photograph. Three young men. Charles Noir Deveraux. Jonathan Ritz. Duan Dyne. Standing shoulder to shoulder. Smiling. Like brothers. She stared at Charles's face longer than before. "...So you tried to save him too..."