Henry Danger Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Daniel responded as he rubbed my cheek with his hand, making me pull away mine from his hair as I kept it on top of his large hand placed on my cheek. "Daniel, that's dangerous. What if they would be caught by some vampires like the day when we first met? Henry and Petroka could have gotten killed." I sounded my thoughts out as I got up, sat straight and turned around, looking him in the eye with worry filled in mine.

His face twisted, not with anger, but with a kind of wounded betrayal that felt far more dangerous. “Don’t say his name.” Elena stiffened. She gulped. She saw how Henry was beaten to a pulp by Zachary's men in the orphanage months ago. Henry was her bestfriend, a gentle men, he would never dare to hit a fly. But now, he loooked nothing like that. She was afraid, yes. But not to Zachary. But to him. Henry rose abruptly, pacing once before turning to her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Risky. Especially with legs like yours. Someone might follow.” Helena froze. “Back off.” Henry tilted his head, eyes dragging over her frame with an unashamed hunger. “What? I’m just saying—beautiful girls like you shouldn’t be left unsupervised.” She stepped away, heart racing now. But Henry grabbed her wrist—not hard, but firm. “I like a little fight,” he whispered. “Makes it more fun.” Then— “Let her go.” The voice was lethal. Cold. And far too familiar. Greg.

He didn't know that Hana had seen it all from behind. From behind Jackson, each fireball rushed forward and swallowed the entire whirlwind of wind that surrounded Henry. Henry's pathetically disheveled form appearing in front of Hana made her angry. Henry is ready to forego his future and his own life to protect her when she is in imminent danger of death. And Jackson is a mysterious person; he likes to go will go, and he likes to come will come.

She swallowed, oh hell, she was in big trouble now, she placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her out of the room amidst the angry vexations of the Kings, the evil glare of the lady and the mix of stunned and pained emotions on Jasper’s face. “I’m going to give you a head start, to prepare yourself, five seconds only to run to safety”. “or what?”. “or I will ram my cock into you wherever I find you”. “you wouldn’t dare”, Dianne gasped. “would I”, he brought her hand to his raging cock, “I believe this is answer enough”. Dianne withdrew her hand as if scalded by a hot knife. “no more questions, Princess, do as I say and run!”, he said.

Her voice sharpened, and both of her sons—because Elison had wandered close enough to be caught in the blast radius—physically flinched and scrambled toward her like children awaiting punishment, though neither of them would ever admit that out loud. "Same," Heinz croaked, standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother in silent solidarity. Adira studied them both for a long moment before turning her attention back to her eldest. "So. Where is your girlfriend, Heinz?" "Uh—mom. She's, um. She's in her house." "Oh, really?" A slow, dangerous smile. "Bring her home tomorrow, then." "WHAT?" Heinz nearly choked. "I mean—why, mom?" He never got an answer, because at that exact moment, Adira's hand

We breached most of his fucking rules. “Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.”

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

The night becomes less about crossing one line and more about feeling how many lines are already gone. They move slowly when they need to. They stop when one of them forgets how to breathe. Adrian asks with his hands, his mouth, the restraint in his body whenever Julian tenses. Julian answers by pulling him closer, by touching him first, by letting the wanting become real, and then hating how real it feels. There is fear in it. Fear of the hallway. Fear of the morning. Fear of Celeste’s name waiting in Adrian’s phone. Fear of becoming a secret so warm and beautiful that Julian forgets to hate the hiding.

“What does he look like?” Anja queried, attempting to ignore the raise of Sienna’s perfectly manicured eyebrows as petite hands nudged an empty glass in Anja’s direction. “I’m not your damn sommelier.” “Uh, tall, muscular, shaved head, brown eyes, nose that looks like it’s been punched a few times…” She trailed off, taking a tentative sip of her wine in an attempt to stop herself. She could’ve talked about the dimple buried between the bristles of his chin or the gentle bow outlining his ruddy upper lip, about his broad, rugged hands or the deep, chiseled lines etched beneath the fabric of his shirt, but the disgusted look breaching Sienna’s ivory skin snapped her back to reality. Elford’s w