Henry Danger In A Suit Novels & Stories

Suzanne growled, picking Stacey up in the air once again while standing far away from Stacey. "Calm down, hybrid girl! Be afraid for your life. You are standing in my clan. You are misbehaving with my daughter and her mate while standing in front of me. Do you have any idea of what I can do for you?" Henry said in a calm tone but the dangerous threat was clear in his tone which Suzanne read clearly. She put Stacey down once again. "Do I look like I care? I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of death. So, you better not try that on me." Stacey said in a hard tone while glaring deep into his eyes to show him the truth of her words.

I did, and I also felt he was too dangerous to be around back then. But I've seen him and he's not really giving the vibe of a dangerous man. It only makes the rumors about him being so evil feel bland. Still, Henry warned me to be careful around Diego. "I don't know how this union came into place, but my advice is that you keep yourself and your Luna away from that man. Don't let his smiles deceive you. This is something Alpha Woods would have said if he was here," Henry had warned, cautioning me. Even though their fear for this man felt too hyped, I decided to just go with the flow. Besides, he's still my enemy. I don't like him.

The figure that had climbed up did not notice him. Before long, he remembered whose silhouette this was. It matched perfectly with Henry. Andrew had not expected to encounter Henry, a man Andrew had once clashed with. Andrew smirked and stepped out of hiding, racing to the suite entrance. He did not enter but instead raised his palm and struck forward with explosive force. Henry, carrying someone in his arms with a joyful expression, was just about to exit. Suddenly, he felt a wave of danger surge over him.

This was something much more dangerous. But if it wasn't Henry... then who?

Elliot pressed. No one answered. They found Henry in the kitchen, his expression as calm and detached as ever. He was wiping his hands with a cloth, his movements methodical. “There’s been an accident,” Elliot said, stepping into the room. Henry looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. “An accident?” “The man in the suit,” Elliot continued. “He’s dead. At the base of the stairs.” Henry froze for just a fraction of a second. Then he folded the cloth and placed it neatly on the counter. “That is most unfortunate,” he said, his voice neutral.

I could feel every inch of his hard body pressed against me the same body I had tried so hard to forget. Henry’s voice dropped even lower, dangerous and rough. “You have no idea what you’ve just walked into, Silver.” His eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second before returning to my face, dark and intense. The shouting in the background had stopped. The two suited men were probably watching now, but Henry didn’t seem to care. I swallowed hard, trapped between fear and that stupid, unwanted spark of heat low in my belly. This was bad. Really bad. And the way Henry was looking at me right now… it felt like the real danger had only just begun.

she asked, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his cock. His breath whistled through his teeth and he flexed in her grip. "Common sense—which apparently I don't seem to have—says I should never have started with you. I'll probably go to hell for pulling you into this life I live. It's too erratic. Too unsafe. But the truth is, the minute I saw you my brain took a vacation and my body took over. And with each time we spent together, you became more and more important to me. Now I've put you in danger, yanked out of your home in the middle of the night—"

I just knew Danger when I saw it. He was wearing a suit that probably cost more than my parents’ house. Dark, tailored to perfection, hugging broad shoulders that looked like they could bench press a truck. His hair was black, slicked back, and his face… God, his face was like something carved from marble. Cold, hard, devastatingly beautiful. But it was his eyes that scared me. They were dark, almost black, and they were looking right at me. I froze in the doorway. The conversation in the room died instantly. Five other men were sitting around the table, but they all turned to look at me.

I told JerkAss while hiding my hands inside my pants pockets, "Get used to it, I'm quite famous," JerkAss said beside me, God he's cocky. "That one too, but I just don't like anyone to think I'll date you." "That's what everyone believes," He shrugged. "Oh, and I don't want to be seen with someone who's...." I look at him from head to toe, "...Wearing a chicken suit." He scoffs, "Don't sass me, Sasser." I scoffed back, "Don't sass me too, Sasser hater,"

Lucien didn’t respond. Henry continued. “She seems very observant.” “That’s not a crime.” “No,” Henry agreed smoothly. “But it is… interesting.” Lucien rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Are you calling to interrogate my fiancée?” “Of course not.” Henry’s tone remained calm. “I’m simply telling you to pay attention.” Lucien’s jaw tightened slightly. “I always do.” “Good,” Henry said. Then his voice softened slightly. “Because sometimes the most dangerous people are the ones who appear the calmest.”