Henry Danger In A Suit Novels & Stories

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

But… only time would tell. He dipped his hand into his pocket and used that chance to adjust his cock which had grown stiff from the moment the session started — from the moment his eyes landed on Vincent and his serious expression. But apart from that, he couldn't help but feel a little happy. Since the moment he was sued by Ava's parents for murder even though he knew nothing about the death, his reputation has been at stake.

Amanda said, searching his eyes, "I have made a lot of sacrifices to make sure this family is safe. Aside from that, I know your dad Asher more than you do. He is one of the most dangerous men I have ever met and worked for." "Love," Amanda continued as she took his hands. Henry’s gaze dropped to their joined hands, then lifted again to meet hers. "Made Capo Nero what you see today, and that is something I cannot risk breaking. Doing what you want is not the problem, but if anything happens to you, Henry, I am as good as dead. And before that happens, I would kill myself first." Henry’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

And now, you are the one keeping me in here, chained like an animal. Ethan was barely holding on to theast bit of self control he could muster. So this was the excuse Greg came up with. It was so easy to lie against Veronica. Darkening over his features was a cloud of danger. He tapped on the lock and the suitcase opened. A wry smile appeared on his handsome face. Reaching into the case, he pulled out some surgical gloves. Attentively, he slid them on, quite aware of the swift change in the atmosphere. "Ethan, don't be stupid. Let me go at once!"

“I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?” Clearing his throat, still dense with lust, he sighed. “If I tell you, I put you in danger.” Zoe rolled her eyes. “Oh please, as if that isn’t the oldest line in the criminal’s handbook.” “It’s the truth.” “So, you just expect me to believe that I’m not in a dangerous situation right now?!”

Dripping with that sickening confidence. I turned my head almost on instinct. There he stood. Henry. A dark suit, impeccably tailored, not a single wrinkle in sight. Silver cufflinks caught the light, glinting coldly. He tilted his head slightly as he looked down at me, a smile playing at his lips—one I had once known intimately, but now found only jarring. That face— Once, it had made my heart race, made me believe I was chosen by fate. Now, it only turned my stomach.

When I reached the top, my rush slowed as I spotted Henry adjusting Theo's tie. They were impeccable. Henry wore a dark blue suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and commanding presence, while Theo, in his miniature version of the same outfit, looked absolutely adorable. They resembled a perfect picture of elegance and charm. I let out an admiring sigh before descending the steps. It was impossible not to think about how lucky any woman would be to be part of a family with two such handsome men by her side.

Dante Vitale stepped in. The air shifted with him, heavy and charged. He didn’t belong here, among the smell of burnt coffee and chatter. He belonged in shadows, in penthouses, in places where men feared to look him in the eye. Yet here he was, his suit charcoal black, cut sharp to his broad shoulders and lean waist. His dark hair was slicked back, a few strands rebelliously grazing his forehead. He moved like the room was his, like gravity itself bent around him. Heads turned. Whispers rose.

Surely, he bragged about his look, and I was left speechless by his full of himself. Here I thought he's a dangerous man, and all he must do is to intimidate a prey. But it seems like it isn't what he plan all this time, and it's dreaded me to not realizing what it really is he wanted from me. I'm not yet harm, but who knows? I found myself thought that perhaps I am mistaken. That perhaps, he wouldn't dare to kill me afteall? That I'm not really in danger! And this man... perhaps my knight in shining armor?!

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