Henry Danger Haircut Novels & Stories

“Deal!” A few minutes after, while Damon and I were still glaring at each other. Henry suddenly appeared and caught everyone’s attention. He was wearing a white tuxedo with a black bowtie. His hair was slicked back, showing his oh-so-handsome forehead and thick black brows. He was smiling huge, he’s obviously nervous yet super excited. He looks so handsome and I just can’t take my eyes off him. “You’re drooling.” The devil beside me whispered again so I glared at him as I wiped the corners of my mouth, which made him laugh.

Let me know immediately. ‘What I have been trying to tell you is that I am capable of taking care of myself, don't worry about me.’ I assured him. ‘Henry has men at his disposal. Men that are willing to pave ways for him even if it means taking lives. If you have any funny ideas in that tiny cute head of yours terminate it.’ If he wanted his words to scare me then it was mission accomplished. ‘can you see why I never wanted you to work with Henry from the get go? That man may not seem like it but he is dangerous.'

She asked, leaning into her hip. Tatto guy smiled. "So it wasn't you, danger?" She smirked at Hulk guy. "The name is Henry." He returned her smirk. "Henry danger," she snorted. "Nice. What about you, perv? Oh wait, let me guess." She turned to tatto guy. She appeared to be thoughtful. In that brief moment, she spotted the head of a pocket knife peering from his side pockets. "I don't do names. Are you a hooker?" He interrupted her thought process.

It mean that it was young, sunny, and cute. Can an immature man give a girl a sense of security? Henry sneered, but still got up and went upstairs to change into a suit. He chose a khaki casual suit. Then, he washed his hair, which had always been combed meticulously, again. A few strands of loose hair hung down on her forehead. The feeling of restraint dissipated slightly, but there was a little eviller and more unrestrained. Standing in front of the mirror, Henry nodded with satisfaction and went out in a good mood...

Hines was such a weirdo. His hair was dark black except for a white stripe, and it stood up on top of his head about two feet. He had black rimmed glasses thick enough to be double paned windows, and he was as nervous as a skittish kitten anytime he got anywhere near danger. It didn’t take me too long to see him in my mind.

Gavin was burning with jealousy. He felt the temperature around him rising just as the jealousy continued to simmer and burn within him. Soon, he watched as Henry’s hair combusted. The pure panic in his eyes was enough to make Gavin smile. It wasn’t his intention to set Henry on fire, but he wasn’t displeased by the unfortunate event. Henry was yelling at Erin put the fire out; out of nowhere, it began raining. Once the fire was out, Henry brushed his fingers through his singed hair. “Looks like I’ll have to get new hair,” he said with a light laugh.

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.

I was prepared to attack but when he got to my front, he stopped and looked at me, completely stunned. “You actually made the team fat boy, who would have thought?” Henry said with a grin. I narrowed my brow at him, “I guess it is true then.” “True! What do you mean?” He questioned suspiciously. I took two steps towards him, “I heard that an overgrown moustache could lead to brain functioning depletion, you might consider getting a shave.” I said with a cocky smile. He drew back sharply, “Are you insulting me newbie?” “No Mr Henry, it is merely friendly advice from….a meaty newbie.” I responded cutely.

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

Henry snarled. I took in Henry's current state, then stepped forward and closed the distance between us. I watched as he shrank back in terror. "Henry, do you need me to remind you what it felt like to have your head split open and suffer a concussion?" The color instantly drained from Henry's face, as if he had just seen a ghost. He shrieked and scrambled backward. "Stop him! Stop this lunatic, quick!" The people around us looked eager to step in, yet not a single one dared move forward.