Henry Danger Funny Face Novels & Stories

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."

"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.

Andi leaned on the lockers and assumed an unnatural position. Henry and I stood with our back to him so we had to turn to see the guy. It was like a blow to the stomach when I was met with that familiar haircut, that flawless chocolate brown skin, oval face and those taunting black eyes. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Taylor and Henry! My! Have you guys grown!" he folded his chocolate brown hands and gave us a tight smile. Henry and I shared a look that said only one thing. I can't believe Julius 'The Asshole' Murphy is standing right here.

Marcus cracks his knuckles and replies, “Well, boss, this is just the appetizer; the main course is waiting for your command. We were saving some of the good stuff for you, thought you'd want to have some fun.” “Take off the bag.” He nods and yanks off the bag, revealing Henry’s face which looks like it's been through a meat grinder. Blood trickles down his chin and neck. Ugly welts mark his cheeks and a jagged gash above his eyebrow seeps sticky red fluid. His eyes flutter open, one of them almost swollen shut. The other one widens at the sight of me and a muffled groan comes out from sealed with thick, black duct tape. He doesn’t look as tough as he sounded when he was threatening my wife

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."

They were billionaires chatting , just the thought of meeting different billionaires made my stomach to turn with nerves . The door lastly opened and Henry instantly came in my view . " Good evening " , l greeted . " Good evening too " , He looked at me and shook his head while giving me a sad smile . Of course with that sad smile , l could guess it , l all looked old , ugly and yet l was young by age .

Even if there were, there would only be a handful of them. What the fuck was I thinking about? I cleared my throat, shoving my dark thoughts to the back of my mind, never to see the light of the day again. However I made a mistake, I just drew unwanted attention to myself. “Uh, who do we have here?” Henry smirked, focusing his attention on me. I squirmed and glanced at Ivan whose face had a frown on it. I wondered what suddenly pissed him off. “Hi?” Henry laughed. What was so funny? “That's so cute. I'm Henry Davidson. What's your name, pretty?”

she asked worriedly. Henry was sure his face still looked awful— thanks to the fact that Tania almost got hit and maybe the sadness he felt— everything reflected now. "If you're worried about me almost getting hit, don't worry about it, I'm still here," Henry wanted to laugh when the girl tried to cheer him up. Henry shook his head, he swallowed hard. He wanted to laugh but he was exhausted with all of the emotions, the roller coaster. "I was really worried about that," he said with a low tone— about Tania's accident.