Henry Danger Looking Back Novels & Stories

Far enough away that he wouldn’t panic, but close enough that he could hear me. “Henry.” He didn’t answer. “Look at me.” “No.” “Please.” Still, nothing. I sighed. Then spoke softly. “Do these look like the eyes of someone who wants to hurt you?” That finally made him pause. I waited for a long moment for him to respond, and finally, he did. Slowly… Reluctantly… my angel looked up to me. Our gazes met. For a long moment, neither of us moved. My breathing remained steady as Henry stared. And stared. And stared. The fear in his eyes didn’t disappear. But something else appeared beside it.

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.'

They were also hiding in the back booth, Hendry knew that they were safe from any watchful eyes. "Henry..."

Caleb heaved a sigh of relief after witnessing Henry being taken away. When he ordered his men to go over and stop Henry just now, he saw that Henry was going to shoot them. It was truly dangerous.

His wide eyes darted nervously toward the large guns slung over the shoulders of the masked men standing guard. “Lila!” Henry’s tiny voice called out, a mixture of hope and terror.

"Since we started dating, when were you not with me? Which dress, which pair of shoes, which bag of yours did I not buy? "Would Robert Miller's daughter have that much free time? Would she use her body to trade with a man for money?" The slap rang through the suddenly silent banquet hall. I lowered my hand and looked into the black eyes in front of me. Once, I had seen those same eyes in the dark. That night, when a creep cornered me and I was too frightened to move, he had appeared like the only light in a sky full of darkness. Later, I learned his name was Luke Bennett.

As a result, it looked as if Eugene had abandoned his friend and never called for help. "Eugene wasn't our enemy. He was our benefactor," Darla added. Nigel sat frozen. After a long moment, his inside seemed to twist in agony. He recalled the cruise ship, the churning sea, the locked door, and the raging flames. He should have been the one to drown. He should have been the one to burn. Nigel could bear it no more—blood gushed out of his mouth. "Nigel! What's wrong? Doctor! Doctor, come quick!"

Miranda laughed. “Something is seriously wrong, Troy is in danger,” Alice said, after a minute. She took off running, despite Dustin screaming at her to stop. All common sense told me to stay put but I was dying to know what was happening too. We all began running and Dustin continued to yell but it was pointless. We pushed through the treeline to the back of the Bailey House, which was now completely engulfed in flames. Everyone gasped in horror and I stood absolutely frozen. Loud grunts and the smell of blood filled the air, fighting. I was terrified but I had to see.

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.

I've even forgotten that he's here. “I'm sorry, you are not my type.” I know that's harsh but I don't think I'm in a good state of mind to think about something that is harsh or mild. I walk through the back door that he disappeared into. That leads to the restroom. I'm about to open the restroom door when it opens and I bump into a hard chest. I lose my footing about to fall but a strong arm wraps around my waist. I gasp as I close my eyes tight. I realize I didn't fall. I'm safe. I slowly open my eyes and I'm met with those pairs of green eyes, so close that I can see the freckles of yellow in them.