Henry Danger Funny Face の小説・ストーリー

It is the kind of smile that belongs to a man who has just decided the game will be more dangerous if he sits close enough to touch the blade. By four o’clock, Julian Hart will be sitting across from him. By four o’clock, Adrian will remind him that beautifully written humiliation still has consequences.

It amused me to think that with guns pointed everywhere, sarcasm was still surviving apparently. I was starting to realize Leon was hiding danger behind humor and that made him almost as terrifying as Viktor. My pulse was pounding harder as my mind was still struggling to catch up with everything happening around me because nothing was making sense anymore. “Stop talking around me like I’m not standing here!” I snapped suddenly. The moment I said that several heads turned toward me instantly. I was already tired of being treated like some object everyone fought over. “I want answers, right now.” I continued sharply.

“Ryan’s second-in-command. He’s planning something big—more violent than anything we’ve seen. You don’t have much time.” Elena relayed the information to Luca, who clenched his fists. “We have to stop him. Before innocent people get caught in the crossfire.” Their days became a blur of stakeouts, clandestine meetings, and narrow escapes. The line between ally and enemy blurred, forcing them to question every face, every word. One night, after a close call with a sniper’s bullet, Elena leaned against Luca, her voice trembling. “I’m scared.” He pulled her close. “Me too. But fear keeps us alive—it keeps us sharp.”

"Dude, you're playing a risky game here." I shot a glance at Henry, who was grinning foolishly. 'Look at this joker,' I muttered inwardly. 'He's clueless—getting cheated and still acting all carefree.' Henry quickly averted his eyes, his expression suddenly serious as he fixed his gaze on me with exaggerated focus.

Henry didn't stop smiling at all during his journey with Louisa to Lux's restaurant. Of course, Henry also couldn't even let go of the grip of his palm from Louisa's palm. For several times, Henry glanced at Louisa who was focused her gaze on the street. Those two sea foam green eyes really seemed to sparkle with a happiness that he couldn't even say out loud about in there. He felt very happy. It didn't even matter if the smile on his face started to look like a silly smile. Isn't that one of Henry's characteristics all along? Silly and cheerful, but great and amazing love.

Henry replied, and something about his tone felt sincere. “Thank you, sir.” My voice still trembled as I crouched down to Theo’s level, meeting his wide, innocent eyes. “Are you okay, little one?” “That was scary,” he admitted, wrinkling his nose. “But Uncle Henry was scarier than them.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of Henry’s lips as he nodded slightly at his nephew. The moment was so unexpectedly genuine that I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in the air lifting slightly.

he replied and I immediately understood. "Ah." Henry pointed at me. "Don't make that face." "What face?" "That face." I had no idea what face he meant but apparently he did. I crossed my arms. "So you left because your girlfriend was hungry" I said. "And because I was hungry" he said. "Of course." Henry rolled his eyes. For a brief moment he looked like a normal teenager again, not someone who had survived kidnappings and had spent years hiding. He looked like just a kid.

Henry smile turned to his usual mischievous grin as he licked his lips and held me by my waist. "You scared I will handle you in places you can't possibly imagine?" I shook my head trying to ignore the fantasy of what he was talking about "Its not about that dumb head, clearly you can't" I watched Henry erupt into a deep darken laugh. "Is that a dare?" "I am not daring you, I am just speaking fact" He leaned down towards my ear and whisper

Heron surly demanded, his breathing becoming heavier, exhaling steam through the receiver. “It’s …..” I don’t remember his name, so I sweetly asked him, “It’s been a long time since I saw you but I can’t recall your name.” “Henry, the comic fanatic.” He apprised to jog my memory. With full delight, his cheeks and eyebrows swelled. “Oh, I remember now.” I exclaimed as I vetted his features, removing the phone from my ears, “You have grown a lot. You were so scrawny when we were younger and now you have biceps and muscles. Totally matured.”