Henry Danger Funny Face Novels & Stories

“If I didn't know you, I'd say you are like this all the time.” He laughed nervously. I don't know why the hell her brother makes me so uncomfortable. Is it because he looks at me like he wants to rip my head off, the way Ozzy Osborne ripped it off that unfortunate bat? “I'm hungry,” Henry murmurs, his face relaxing a little. “You know how I get when I'm hungry.” Harper giggles. “It's true.” She looks at me. “He becomes the abominable snowman.” She winks at me.

Why did Georgie feel as if she was punching against cotton? “Henry Armstrong!” Georgie’s facial expression turned serious. Henry became serious as well. He stood upright. “Yes…” When Georgie saw how Henry behaved, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Missus, has anyone ever told you that you look gorgeous when you laugh?” Henry asked.

Henry immediately asked her, "A male or a female?" "A female. She's just so annoying and always looking for trouble," Nancy replied. Mr. Henry smiled handsomely and said, "I can understand your plight as I know that some women might be jealous of your beauty. But it's okay. You shouldn't let their jealousy get to you, or you should be frowning because of them. You should rather smile and be happy always." Mr. Henry advised her, and Nancy replied, "Thank you, sir. I will keep that in mind."

a familiar voice greeted, "fancy meeting you here. And, oh, hey bro." Xoan never expected to run into Henry here. "What are you doing here, Henry?" Xoan asked, a hint of suspicion in his tone. At the casual use of his name, Henry's face went pale. "Bro, yo, shh! There are fans around. If they recognize me, I'll have to make another dramatic escape." A dramatic escape? Xoan's lips twitched with suppressed amusement. When his eyes landed on the poised figure beside Henry, Xoan's eyebrow raised mischievously. "Who's this? Your girlfriend?"

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.

My great-grandmother being so busy all the time with matters concerning our people, I'll always be left with Jack and some other friends. " You nervous? Cause I can see fear written all over your face "he asked me . I didn't want to tell him yes ,but I did and to make matters worse ,he began laughing. " You still have four days left ,don't worry , you're gonna be fine "he comforted me after laughing which still got me a bit angry. And just as we were about leaving the compound,I heard my mother call my name ,I turned around and waved at Jack " I'll see you later okay ,bye "And began running back into the house.

“It doesn’t ring a bell; I am only concerned with well-mannered celebrities; I do not bother myself with the likes of you." His jaw ticked as he stared at the girl in front of him. He had a dangerous look on his face. She tried hard to suppress her fear, but fear was one emotion he was very familiar with. She could not hide it from him. He turned to his driver, who stood silently through the whole exchange. “Barry, do you believe she doesn’t know who I am?” Barry suppressed a smile and said, “Not at all, sir." Henry smirked, “I thought the same; can we go now?”

“I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley.” Christian Henry makes the funny jokes sometimes. Who knew?

He deadpanned. "I would love to see you try!" She retorted. The king punched her on her face and one of her tooth came out. She gasped in shock. The king of Levine was known for his powerful punch. He could easily damage the ribs of someone with just a punch. "You are already ugly as it is, do not make me kill you so quick," The king warned. "Throw her in the dungeon!" The king ordered and his guards did as told.

"Who is this?" I queried, putting my dressing on hold as I stood confused. It was silent on the other line, but I knew whoever it was was still there because I could hear him breathing heavily. "Are you there?" I asked, bending to pick up my Hermes sandals. "Hello, who is this?" "Your worst nightmare." He drawled in the same accent as Schwartz from that Nickelodeon show, Henry danger. My sandals slipped from my hand and my throat became dry. "Stop it guys, it's not funny anymore. I dislike being pranked!"