Henry Danger Looking Back Novels & Stories

The pack was already in chaos with multiple threats. “I’ll see you around, Ella,” Henry said as he turned back and left. Ella stared at Echo who kept his eyes on Henry. Her eyes widened upon realizing that he was staring at Henry sinisterly. Something dark, ominous… something appalling. “Echo,” She called and he looked down at her after a few seconds with gentle eyes. “Let’s get your ice cream,”

“Want me to shoot it between your eyes next time?” “You can try,” Asher says and crosses his legs at the ankle. “You might want to take a look around before doing so, however.” It’s risible how quickly and visibly the realization dawns on Henry. Henry’s eyes dart to the right, and they widen with shock, the fingers holding the gun constricting around the weapon.

"Drop the gun." "Shoot me and I shoot them." Jimmy's voice had an ugly tone to it. "Maybe. But think about the damage a rifle blast can do to the back of your neck. They'll be looking for pieces of your head in the next county. That what you want?" Gus kept his eyes glued to Jimmy's face but it was hard to make out the look on it in the absence of real light. He wanted to tell Anya to run, head for the house, but he was afraid that Jimmy would be stupid enough to try to get a shot off.

He didn't know that Hana had seen it all from behind. From behind Jackson, each fireball rushed forward and swallowed the entire whirlwind of wind that surrounded Henry. Henry's pathetically disheveled form appearing in front of Hana made her angry. Henry is ready to forego his future and his own life to protect her when she is in imminent danger of death. And Jackson is a mysterious person; he likes to go will go, and he likes to come will come.

standing in corner fearing too their core on the incident that they had witness. End of flashback “Ho... How do you remember?” Ethan questioned Alex, who simply questioned him back “What had you done to me?”

Lucien’s POV: My face tightened even more as I waited for Henry to gather his thoughts and finally say what was on his mind. As the seconds stretched into minutes, I gritted my teeth. Henry must have heard the low growl that slipped from my lips, as he quickly opened his mouth to speak. “I was coming home late, taking the alley shortcut. I don’t usually pay attention to much, but that night… I saw something.” He swallowed hard, glancing nervously over his shoulder as though he was still afraid of being watched.

Thinking like that, he decided not to turn on the light, but went straight into the house. A blast of cold air passed through Henry's body, making him feel dangerous. This is the house where he and Vivian have lived together for nearly a lifetime, does it contain any danger? Henry involuntarily rubbed his hands together, a feeling that began to overflow again until he hit something in the dark that made it make a sound.

But now the cameras were flashing and family drama was feeding the blogs. “Henry’s being so calm,” she muttered. “Too calm. It’s starting to scare me.” Mia raised a brow. “Girl, that man once shut down an entire boardroom by blinking. If he’s quiet, someone somewhere is already in trouble.” Karen didn’t say it out loud, but she hoped that “someone” wasn’t Delilah. Not because she cared but because when Henry snapped? It wasn’t fireworks. It was ice cracking beneath your feet. Later that night, Henry stood by the glass wall in his office, staring down at the city like it owed him something. Karen walked in, barefoot, a hoodie thrown over her silk shorts.

My pride was telling me not to abide him, but my goddamn legs moved as what he told! I didn't lose my bad temper with him until I finally got close. My chest throbbed as he stared at me intently. Sitting on the motor, our vision leveled. I saw dark flames in his eyes, the one that would haunt you forever if you try to go against it. I will almost fall backwards. "You're not going to get yourself drunk tonight, Audrey," he said in a lower tone but still sound threatening. He put his black helmet on his lap, and he himself wore a white helmet on me. I pursed my lips tightly, scared to make any stupid reaction. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment.

The ride back to the penthouse was silent, the kind of silence that was too heavy to be innocent. Dante’s penthouse was wrapped in low, amber light, the kind that made everything seem softer, slower, more dangerous. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to her, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a single photo between his fingers. The city lights flickered below them, the distant hum of life a contrast to the quiet storm building in the room.