Henry Danger Hair Novels & Stories

He had only planned to watch her from the corner of the bar without letting their paths cross until the pervert started to pester her. “I-I thought she was alone.” The man slurred before backing away slowly. “Get lost!” Henry hissed and the man scrambled off. “And who are you?” The lady with straight brown hair watched him closely with narrowed eyes. “You do know how dangerous it is for a lady to be drinking alone by this time of the night, right?” Henry stared down at her. He had an indifferent look on his face but he found it hard to stop staring at the gorgeous being in front of him. He wanted to commit each of her features to his memory. And he didn’t even know why.

Now, his hair was only an inch long… There was even a ‘Z’ pattern on the right side of his scalp. It was very fashionable. Tiana was genuinely stunned by this man… Initially, Henry was already very attractive. On top of that, his attraction was also complemented by the fact that he was rich. Tiana truly felt that he was the epitome of a handsome and cool man. Which family did this man belong to? Was it possible for her to get hitched by this man? When Tiana thought of this, she quickly brushed her long hair.

With a height that towered above most, he exuded an air of both confidence and an underlying sense of mystery. His long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, a tangled mane that seemed to mirror the untamed spirit of the road. Strands of hair caught the light, revealing subtle shades of deep brown that shimmered with hints of warmth, and a tinge of red. It was like watching an autumn sunset, but not even the sky could capture the same hues that were in his hair. As he moved, a lock of hair occasionally fell across his forehead, only to be brushed aside with a casual gesture.

Henry speaks in an audible voice and I join my fingers together, fumbling as I try to calm my racing heartbeat. I don’t say a word and the challenger also steps out of the line. Now all eyes vacate my body and glue on his. He’s fairly well-built and quite tall. Not as tall as Henry though. The buff male has full wavy chocolate-brown hair and bold tattoos around his back. An image of a blue water dragon particularly stands out on his light skin. Beautiful.

“His hair…?” I exhaled sharply through my nose, rubbing my temple. “Well, it’s fucking red,” I grumbled. “Not ginger. Like, deep, fucking blood red. And anytime it’s grown out a bit, it’s messy, but somehow still looks intentional, you know? Like he just rolls out of bed looking like a goddamn rockstar.” Imogen hummed, clearly entertained. “Mmm. Sounds sexy.” I scowled. “He’s not sexy. He’s an asshole.”

He was enjoying every bit of it “why are you interested in any of this anyways? It’s dangerous. It might look fascinating now but the dangers that come with it is insane” Henry warned as he lifted his shirt and doused his wound with hydrogen peroxide He grunt with clenched fists and veins showing on his neck that he wanted to scream but couldn’t, Dylan’s face was pulled into irritation. “If you were me and you found out that the supernatural was real, everything you watched and wish you could be your whole life was actually real. Won’t you ask questions?” Dylan shrugged

"Thank you. And you... you're so handsome." "I know." Henry grinned, taking her into his arms. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly, one hand holding her chin in place. Aurora sighed, kissing him back until she was breathless. They pulled apart, and she raised her hands to his hair, something she had always wanted to do. The soft curls fell over his brows and she gently pushed it to the side. "You have such nice hair." She mumbled, losting herself in his hypnotic gaze. Henry tightened his hold around her waist and pulled her against him. "And I prefer your hair wild and free. But I'll let this one stay, mainly because I know Matilda spent an eternity styling it so beautifully."

She could only ignore it and focus on drying her hair. The bathroom door opened; Regina only glanced briefly, the man was wearing a robe, approaching her. "Your phone has been ringing." "Hmm," Henry responded coldly. He reached for Regina's hand, taking the hairdryer. "Let me do it, you're not done yet." "No need. I don't need your help. Who knows what you might do to my hair," Regina tried to take it back, but Henry moved away. "Relax, if something happens to your hair, I'll be in trouble too. People will think I can't take care of my wife. Just stay calm and let me do it for you."

I was so overcome with joy that he had shown an interest in me that I completely ignored the many red flags about him. With his boyish good looks, it was easy to look past the little things that set off warning alarms within my brain. Because how could someone so good looking be so evil? How foolish and wrong I was at the tender age of nineteen. Henry stands at six foot, a good ten inches taller than my own five foot, two inches frame. His blonde hair is short around the sides with more length on top that he styles perfectly everyday, because heaven forbid a stray hair ever be out of place.

The last thing Vanessa wanted was him going to confront Eve for telling her to stay away from him. Vanessa sighed, then opened the door wider for him to come in, hoping she wouldn't end up regretting her decision. Once Henry stepped in, Vee gently shut the door behind her. "What happened?" Vanessa asked as soon as she came face to face with the back of his head. It was obvious a small portion of his hair was scrapped so the injury tape plaster could fit in. "Nothing to worry about. I'm fine. It will heal in a few days and my hair will grow back." Henry said, taking a seat on the couch in her room. He had disguised his head with a face cap all afternoon to avoid questions and sympathy.