Henry Danger Haircut Novels & Stories

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 man’s hair had been cut into a Mohawk and that Mohawk had been braided down to his back. “Our Luna helped with cutting hair yesterday, Sir. I think some of the men requested some assistance today as well.” Hank Reynolds answered with a barely contained grin. “So you let her cut your hair like that?” Dale asked dubiously. He couldn’t imagine Hank, who had always been possessive about his hair for as long as they’d known him allowing someone to cut his hair like that. “She was right. The she-wolves have been going crazy about it, since yesterday, Sir. You should see what she did with the feral.”

He picked the ward boy's custom. "There is also a dressing room on the corner for men and women." Henry said, checking the room. "Let's change our customs now." We made our way into the men's and women's changing rooms. We have to bring out the truth that he is a beast and girls are not safe around him. As soon as I completed changing, I opened my room. I found Henry ten inches away from me. He was already ready and was setting his messy hair with his hand. Oh my goodness, he looks very handsome in a white shirt.

I mean you don’t have to, you could just see all of us equalL—‘’ ‘’I was talking about my brothers.’’ What an embarrassment. Can I just dig a hole and hide inside. ‘’I was talking about how we brothers discuss everyday about who among us is the most charming one. And it’s always Henry.’’ I bite my tongue in shame. Why did I even open my mouth! ‘’Henry? Oh, your younger brother? Yea he is indeed really charming.’’ I wasn’t lying though. Henry was indeed the most charming one among the brothers. He had the curtain hairstyle with curls. His black hairs suited his white skin. And of course a cute smile to finish his whole charming look!

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos

" When the man finished speaking, he waved his right hand and sent out another strike. That one appeared even more casual. Yet, Henry could feel the immense danger within it. His face paled as he tried to dodge. However, he quickly felt like a massive force suppressed him. 'Damn it! What is that?' he thought. He gritted his teeth and roared, summoning an Infinity Sword. He held the sword tightly in both hands while gathering his vital energy. The sword began to glow with an immense and terrifying light. He charged forward to meet the strike. Boom! A thunderous explosion sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Henry's body was racked with pain. His organs were severely injured and even shif

a good looking figured started waving his hand towards me and I wave him back… I disconnect his call and hastily made my way toward him and questioned “Zachary?” He nodded his head, his looked like a total mess, his curly hair were equal to bird nest, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was stained in tears and sweat, his yellow peach t-shirt was covered in damp blood stain which I assume was of Stefan… “I… I ….don….t know who else to call, I…I wa….s so…. scared… I … I…” Zachary stammered as tried to speak….seeing him distress I hugged him and patted hi back…

"It faces south, too. Great lighting." Henry said nothing. He turned and shut the door behind him with a sharp click. The atmosphere shifted instantly. He stepped closer, and his tall frame swallowed me in shadow. A gleaming switchblade slammed onto the rickety wooden table beside me. The blade glinted coldly, hovering only an inch from my hand. "I'll be honest with you," he said, bending down until his face was right in front of mine. His breath reeked of alcohol. "I just got out. I owe millions to loan sharks, and I've got enemies everywhere. If you stick with me, you could get hacked to death any day. Scared?"

The tendrils of wire pierced her skin as they snaked around her spine. The Alphas released her. She lay still. "Now- Stand up," Henry ordered. Alex ground her teeth. She knew if she didn't he would hit the button, but if she did, he would give her that smug, satisfied look. "Get up," Henry demanded. An Alpha reached down and yanked her hair. Her head jerked back. She could hear the rip as the hair extensions tore from her natural hair leaving a tender spot. She climbed to her feet slowly, brushing the dirt off her dress.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”