Henry Danger Funny Face Novelas e Histórias

The air around me was getting tensed and I could only feel myself heating up. I scroll down the pictures and come in contact with a video. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. This can't be true. It's him. It's Collins. I look up at him then at my glass. With one shot, I take in the full liquid and empty my glass. I drop it back on the table, angrily, not caring about the loud noise it made. I grab my purse and stomp out of the restaurant. "Jane." He called from behind.

I don't want anyone to recognize me. "Ah, ah. Don't move." Henry warned when he was about to open his drawer reaching out for his gun of course. "W-who are you people and want do you want from me?" He asked trying to sound brave, coward. "How did you pass through my security?" He asked and I could see Henry's smirk through the mask. "Maybe they are not so tough after all." Henry teased, coaxing a gun at him. "What the fúck do you want from me?" He asked again.

With a frown, I asked, "What did I say to get that stupid expression?" "You've got hickeys," he said, flabbergasted. "I feel like I've seen something that I shouldn't." I chuckled. "Says the dude who shamelessly showed off his hickeys last year." "That's me. You're Henry, the guy who minds his own business and doesn't fuck around. That same Henry is standing in front me with hickeys on him." "Then don't stare, pervert." I teased, making his ears turn red. "I'm not being a pervert! I'm just surprised."

“Watching it in person is honestly painful.” I nearly laughed. Nearly. The roses suddenly didn't seem nearly as impressive anymore. Across from me, Henry's expression hardened. The change was subtle. Dangerously subtle. But it was there. His jaw locked. The muscle in his cheek twitched. For the first time since arriving, his smile disappeared completely. Good. Let it disappear. Let everyone see what he really was. I silently prayed he would swallow the insult. Ignore it. Walk away. Leave. Because I knew exactly how fragile men like Henry were beneath all that confidence.

Henry's movement was quick like a cat as he eluded Jackson's and Dan's hands much to their shock but what followed next left their eyes popping from its sockets. “I said drink you bastards!" Henry spoke in a sound minded tone and before they realized he had been acting to be drunk all along he poured the bottle of wine on their faces. As soon as the liquid came in contact with the skin of their faces it melted the flesh to the skull in an agonizing, horror display. ”Ahhhh!" Their screams echoed forth, holding on to their burning faces frantically. “What the hell is that? What did you put in those drinks?" Peter was in a state of panic and confusion.

"Or is it that you're afraid Dad will expose you in front of everyone when he arrives? And he'll throw you out of the house in his fury?" Nevaeh's expression darkened. She raised her hand to strike me, but I was quicker. I slapped her first, sending her sprawling to the ground. The next second, a furious voice rang out from the doorway. "Magnolia Saccone! What the hell are you doing?" Don stormed into the room. His face was livid, and he immediately rushed to help Nevaeh to her feet. "Are you alright, Nev?" I watched coldly as Don carefully helped Nevaeh to her feet. A faint smile curved my lips as I said, "Dad, you've finally decided to show up.

“I didn’t know where I was, or if I was safe here.” Henry laughs in that wholesome way that makes him so many friends. “So, your plan was to dine your way out of here?” I roll my eyes playfully. “It was a plan in progress.” His chuckle fades as he looks me over, head to toe. Once he determines I’m not physically hurt, or maybe more accurately, that I’m physically healed, he looks me over again. This time, I can tell he’s noticing the difference in my physique, and that he likes what he sees.

He stopped smiling immediately before sitting down, placing the envelop he has brought with him on the table. Jane sat across him and glanced at the wine on the table. “Wine?” She raised her glass, and he nodded, she pushed an empty neat glass to him and poured him some wine from the wine bottle. “How is he?” Jane asked after Henry sipped some glass of wine, her expression now serious and the smiles on her face were wiped off her face like they were never there. Henry exhaled sharply and pushed the envelope to her and she glanced at it. “See for yourself.” He told her and she took the envelope, tearing it open, she took out the pictures on it and her eyes drooped.

I gave her a death stare. "Glad to know you find it amusing. Because I don't see the funny side at all. That man is terrifying when he gets angry." Susan started laughing even harder, clutching her stomach. "What’s going on?" a sleepy Henry asked, walking into the living room. "I have to go. But I’m sure she’ll tell you all about it." I grabbed my purse and the folder, gave Susan a kiss and then Henry. "Bye, guys!" "See you tomorrow... Mom." I stopped dead. I don't know what color my face turned, but Susan stopped laughing. "God, you went pale. It was just a joke."

Bell. Henry was drinking water while Mr. Bell spoke, and he spat it out in shock. "Hahaha!" Henry accidentally broke out in laughter because he was unable to control himself. His laughter stunned everyone. They turned to glare at Henry with displeasure. Mr. Bell was reprimanding Henry as he glared at him angrily and questioned, "Who are you to mock me?" Henry had to hold back and apologize to avoid causing trouble for Liam. He said, "I'm sorry everyone. I just thought of something funny and cracked up. I apologize if I offended anyone."