Henry Danger Henry And Charlotte Novels & Stories

Her perfectly manicured nails were turning into claws as she stared dangerously as Charlotte. Charlotte flicked her hair completely unaffected by Helen's grand entrance. She seemed to be completely oblivious to the danger that she was in. If she was paying attention then she might have noticed Helen’s alpha status but she wasn’t paying attention, she was too busy flirting with Ryker. “From the way you said future mate I am guessing you are not his real mate. That means it is his choice,” Charlotte purred. She made no attempt to remove herself from Ryker’s arm which infuriated Helen. With a growl she ran across the canteen, her stilettos clicking as she ran across the wooden floor. She took h

Charlotte began to insinuate herself to him, since she wanted to abandon the life she was leading, she wanted to close that cycle in which there was only abuse, insults and shouting, she saw Dante alone and walked to where he was. When he gets to where Dante Garcia is, he sits down next to him and very attractively says: "Hi Dante! How have you been.'' After saying that, he brought his hand to this man's leg. When Dante felt the hand on his leg and heard the female voice, he turned around to see who it was, and it was none other than Charlotte, the easy girl of the high school, he was very happy because she had arrived and told her: ''Hi beautiful! How have you been?''

"Shopping? When did Charlotte ever go shopping? She hates shopping." "It´s a university town," says James wryly. "She´s just discovered the street with all the second-hand bookshops..." "Ahhh... Right... Might as well get a beer then." "Several beers I should think." I order myself a drink. "How did it go? Got her course details sorted out?" "Yes, and we´re both quite pleased with the result," says Richard. "James said, and I suspect you agree, that, for her own safety, he´d be happier having Charlotte close at hand, rather than away for long periods..."

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

The dates were off with numbers in terms of weeks. Charlotte bit her lip, leaning towards the screen. “What are you hiding, Susan?” she whispered to herself, her palms flying over the keyboard as she searched for extra facts. Charlotte heaved, her hands on her jaw thinking of what to do, “why is Susan being crafty? Why can't she stick to just one person.” Just then, her phone beeped, it was an unusual headline, she tapped on it and opened it. MR ASTOR HARRINGTON DUMPS BABY MAMA CHARLOTTE

“Rudeness irritates me.” Amara swallowed hard. She’d just witnessed the edge of his world, the ruthlessness that kept men like him in power. It was terrifying. It was intoxicating. And it left her dangerously unsteady. Amara forced herself to breathe evenly, though every nerve screamed in warning. Dante had returned to that relaxed, seductive composure, but she couldn’t erase the flash of danger she’d just seen, the lethal man beneath the charming exterior. She shifted slightly, putting a sliver of distance between them. “Do you always threaten people over nothing?”

I was supposed to hit Hanna! But he was not the one hit. The tall, dark and dangerous looking, Rustov Melgarejo was the one I hit! Everything happened too fast all at once I didn't see him coming. I heard his voice before but I never thought he would stop me that way! He was gripping on the glass hardly, the blood was flowing down to his arm. I could still see the red liquid dripping on the floor. "That is not the right thing to do!" I looked up. My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes.

Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock! The sound of the wall clock could be loudly heard in the dark room illuminated with neon lights. A man tied to a chair with his mouth taped, shivered in fear—he felt rather than heard the heavy footsteps of the man approaching, signifying danger. His teeth clattered, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. Two men dressed in black with matching color of hats stood beside him, gun in their hands.

Claire gave him the phone, barely listening to the spew of excuses and apologies her sister was spewing. "Hello Charlotte." Henry said with quiet rage. Charlotte went mute on the other line. "He.. Henry?"

he says. Before I can say “Brilliant,” he’s already ended the call. Just great. Now whose dick do I have to suck to get this shipment safely to Colombia? I try to phone Charlotte’s contact, but it’s just ringing. I’ve been sending him texts throughout the day, and I get nothing in return. If this is Charlotte’s idea of fucking with me, then I might as well be signing my own death certificate. Hernández is a dangerous man. Killing me will be just another annoyance out of the way.