Henry Danger Double-o Danger Novels & Stories

Tom continues to provoke Hana. Henry was locked in a cage; hundreds of electric sparks repeatedly hit his body. Henry didn't cry, but Hana could see he was in great pain. Henry's hands clutched the cage door; his eyes were still wide open to Hockla's insults. Hana reminds herself if she doesn't quickly settle things out, maybe Henry will die. "Hana." Ms. Vinlot's voice echoed through Zino. "That rope is the enemy of the Red Alpha people. Don't let it touch you."

Ryan mumbled under his breath,watching Samantha in amazement. Olgy pointed the pistol at her face but a quick punch from Ryan sent the pistol flying off his hand. Henry surged towards Samantha as Ryan took on Olgy. Samantha beat up Henry black and blue until he managed to escape. Olgy, seeing Henry running away, he broke free from Ryan's grips and he ran after Henry. They both dragged Danny into the car while Ryan tried to chase after them. “Let them be,” Samantha said to him with her hand on his shoulder. He wiped the perspiration dripping off his brows as he tried to catch his breath.

Alex called, settling into a couch beside his sofa. Vincent turned to him, a brow raised. “You look like someone I know.” He said, not knowing how to beat around the bush. Vincent tensed shoulders visibly relaxed as he leaned into the sofa. “That's great I guess.” “I've already told you that we all have a doppelganger somewhere on earth. Vincent might be one.” Jenna butted in, picking at her nails. Vincent turned to her, a questioning look on his face. “What?”

, the older man chuckled. This made me freeze one more time. ‘His father?’ I thought to myself. I turned around to have a good look at the man in front of me. He wore black trousers with a black button-up shirt and a gray blazer accompanied by black shoes. His wrist was adorned with a gold watch and his fingers with multiple rings. He has slightly brown hair with gray hairs scattered across his scalp. His eyes were similar to Jillian’s, the same shade of blue but much softer. This is Joseph Colbert, the most feared mafia boss in Texas. He is a ruthless businessman and an even more ruthless killer.

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

His gaze remains on me and I have never felt intimidated in my life. His tatted skin appears so dangerous, it's far from attractive. Smoke flees his nose in long puffs and they make him look so sinful. There is always something disastrous about older men with long greying hair. With no doubt, Tara would fuck him. "Mmh," I clear my throat shifting my gaze from him to Leo. Alessio will be there and that man is known for causing trouble. He will think I ditched him for someone else. My brother nods at me in assurance and I force a smile at the old man. "Sure," I say but inside I'm panicking.

he said in a very low tone which I hardly heard. " Take the left turn , and make sure you climb the tallest tree there for safety, make a right turn and also climb any tree there ,from afar you'll see your pack , that's the only way you'll be free and safe from rogues and other dangerous pack "he said to me. My eyes beamed in suprise " he wasn't going to have my blood ? Really? But my great-grandmother had told.me to run and hide if I ever come across one of them ".

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

Raindrops beaded on his shoulders, glinting like scattered diamonds under the dim lights. "Boss." Drake approached quickly, but there was a noticeable hesitation in his movements. He was trying to hide his right hand behind his back, wincing as he spoke. His face was pale beneath the harsh lights, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his brow. "Apologies, Boss. There was a minor malfunction with the detonator during the breach. My right hand took the brunt of the recoil—cracked a bone. I can't lead the way properly tonight."