Henry Danger Game Shakers Novels & Stories

Thrills on every line. She will never understand. She was in danger. He knew the drill in emergency situations like this. When she crept close to danger, he had to step in and save her. Currently, she tip-toed toward hazardous territory. And she’ll hate him more for saving her, even though she’ll have no idea that he did. In the past, He’d played too much with her considering himself a gamemaster. Puzzles were his favorite game. The true test of a person’s knowledge. He enjoyed putting pieces together in a logical way and searching for the correct solutions.

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes a

It's been over an hour now and just as I get as comfortable as I could be in this situation, there's a deafening scream with loud bangs, roars, and the infamous sounds of gunshots. I start darting my eye around trying to find something I can use to help get me out of here, but it's of no use. Mud won't unlock the chains or undo the screws of the cellar door I lay behind. So I pull at the chains trying my damndest to make them loose enough for me to free myself but still nothing. I mean what am I thinking? I'm almost 13 and have no connection with my wolf, if I even have one, I'm sickly thin and have no muscle to rely on

We blend in so well with them, that for one day we can pretend that we don’t have a care in the world. “How about this one?” Jace asks as he stops at the hammer game. I stand and watch the person at the helm take their turn lifting the huge sledgehammer and swinging it, hitting the metal plate and making the lever move up, but not ring the bell at the top. The prize for ringing it three times in a row is a teddy bear that is half my size. “Only if you think you can hit it all three times. I wouldn’t want you making yourself look bad by not being able to hit it.” I tease him.

he asks and Tom only coughs weakly in response. Axel chuckles at him, a deadly look in his eyes that would scare me if I wasn't so relieved to see him. "You know, you scumbag, it can take up to half a day to die from a shot to the middle of the stomach, to where you've just been shot. I'd gladly leave you here to bleed out, but I don't want any risks with the piece of shit that you are, so..." he cocks his gun, just to emphisize his intention.

I knew this place was mine and I have interwoven it’s energy with mine and somehow it was feeling tampered with. I had to be down at dinner in less than an hour and I needed to have my bathe so I ignored my internal alarm and took off my clothes and went to the bathroom. Under the shower spray, I started hearing noises coming from the room but I ignored them after all I was the only one staying in the room and so after I was done taking my bath, I walked out of the bathroom only to walk into my room and while I sat in front of the vanity drying my hair, it was pure luck, I saw out of the corner of my eyes what was coming straight for me. I shifted away from it immediately, falling to the gro

“A little game of chance. Keeps things interesting.” My heart started to pound again, not from thunder this time, but from a different kind of fear. This was a game I knew nothing about. A game with rules I didn’t understand, but whose intent felt chillingly clear. “No, no, that’s… that’s insane,” I stammered, gripping Jax’s armrest harder. “Nobody plays that for real.” Dare shrugged, a casual movement that did nothing to alleviate the growing dread in my stomach. “It’s not with a real gun, angel. We have our own version.” He pulled something from his pocket. It glinted in the dim light. A small, heavy metal flask.

"Remember, we've got the house surrounded. We'll move in on their heels. Don't want to wait until they shoot you, old buddy." "Thanks for that," Gabe answered in a wry voice. He closed his eyes momentarily so his sense of hearing would ramp up. He heard faint scratching at both the front and back doors. Lock picks. No blasting through for these guys. They wanted quick and quiet and then they'd be gone. Well, they were in for quite a surprise. Gabe clicked his mic twice, the signal that the bad guys were entering the house, then twice more to indicate entry front and back. Opening his eyes, he could barely make out figures in black moving through the darkness, converging on the hall to the be

I want my rum! Hazard, who is meters away from me, stared at the top that I threw earlier. His eyes traveled from my bare abdomen to my tomato-looking face. He is completely stunned. His eyes instantly went to the ceiling's direction and tried to walk toward me without looking. My throat went dry and seems itchy for liquor. Hazard took something from his pocket and looked at it. A cuss left his mouth, "shit. This is for kids, that idiot...!" My eyes stared at his parted lips. It is looking so juicy and plump. I want to touch it...

he say cautiosly before slipping in the key and opening the door asking me to in first. Remember the Red Room of Pain in 50 shades of Grey? Now that but in white. It looked very elegant. Has the word elegant ever been used to describe sex toys? Well, it did not matter I was using it now. Everything looked crisp and clean, most of these things I had seen on the internet. I had always been curious to try them but had always been to shy to buy them. Maybe this was finally my chance! "...."