Henry Danger Drex Novels & Stories

Outside, the city was awakening unaware of the silent war raging beneath its surface. Elena stared at the crumpled piece of paper in her hands, a list of names and locations scrawled hastily by Damien before he collapsed. “These are the ones Ryan was working with,” she murmured. “We thought we had cut off his head, but it looks like the snake has more venom.” Her voice was low, tired but resolute.

He had always woken up before Katherine, and has seen her each morning, whether they talked or didn't Having finished his breakfast, Alexander left the dining room and headed out, today he didn’t have much appetite since he was concerned about Katherine's absence. The car door was opened was opened by James who was already waiting at the front of the mansion Alexander stepped into the vehicle, the engine humming to life, and the mansion soon faded in the rearview mirror. As the car navigated the city's streets, the towering building of Grey headquarters gradually came into view. Arriving at the headquarters, Alexander stepped out of the car.

“You saw them?” “Yes.” “Describe him.” I hesitated, then said, “Tall. Broad shoulders. Black hoodie. He didn’t try to hide. He wanted me to see him.” Joseph’s face darkened. “That sounds like a warning.” “I already told security to sweep the perimeter,” Jillian said. Joseph nodded slowly, then turned to me again. “And you’re sure it wasn’t someone from the staff?” “No. His eyes—he looked like he wanted me to know I wasn’t safe.”

CELINE POV - Courtney’s eyeballs almost popped out from the way her eyes were wide open. “Like a time bomb.” I continued. “Hendrix told me there’s a bomb like–” “Are you talking Hendrix Morgan?” “Yes. Do you know him?” “Who wouldn’t know him? A hot bachelor from San Diego. Handsome and smart. He’s a dream man,” Courtney said with a thrill. “Except for that, he’s also known in the underground world.” Her voice became serious. “He’s the next boss of the Phoenix organization. Many people are also afraid of him. He may be a calm person like an ocean but, when he retaliates he is like a snake that will bite you. You don’t realize he’s retaliating, and he’s already bringing you down. Just like the

Seeing how worried Julia was, he must be doing something of importance . "What? You think it’s my fault all I have to work with is a low resolution image from a second grade CCTV?" Henry retorted sounding frustrated. He was the best at his work and so I concluded whatever had him on edge must be the issue and not his expertise that was in question "You don't expect me to add a blurry picture for a wanted sign on the first page of the paper, he doesn’t even have a face". My ears perked up at the sound of his words

I didn’t know how much he already knew, we hadn’t really had this conversation yet. “Well uhm, he is an entrepreneur, he’s in telecommunications,” I said. “Like phones and internet,” Katie asked. “Yeah, uhm … yeah like that,” I said, hoping I didn’t have to elaborate. “What’s your last name,” Henry asked. Shit. Well they’re simple folks, maybe… “Westin,” I said, cringing. It was quiet for a long minute before Henry put his phone on the table. “That’s your name on my cell phone,” he asked, pointing to the logo.

Henry gently rested his hand on me to reassure me as the tingling sensation kept surging through me. In a split second, Henry reached for a large toy. It was almost as thick as my thigh. As I looked at it, fear crept up my spine. Seeing that he was about to push it in, I quickly pressed my legs together to stop him. But Henry seemed almost possessed. He forcefully pushed my legs apart and tried to shove the toy into my sex. I struggled hard, refusing to give in.

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.”

Was this a nightmare or a dream? He leaned closer, his tongue lightly grazing the tip of my ear as he whispered, "If you reveal my secret, I will eat you alive. I'll tear you apart and feed the remains to my pack!" I gulped. I finally realized that Drex was dangerous. He wasn't just an idol; he was a predator. "Drex!" a voice called out. A man who looked like a manager entered the room. "Hmm," Drex replied casually, releasing his grip on me.

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.