Henry Danger Meet Cute Crush Novels & Stories

They wouldn't underestimate me again. "For those of you who seem a little...surprised," I began, my voice amplified by the microphone, slicing through the rising hum, "Let me assure you, this is no mistake." My gaze swept the room, lingering on a few particularly pale faces, and a few red ones (they didn't matter to me). These were the ones who thought Desiree had me collared, who thought they had me cornered, who underestimated the "stone bitch." Their shock was a delicious appetizer.

I never had friends before neither am I going to start having them now. "My name is Henry, nice to meet you Amphitrite." He said smugly raising up his hand for a handshake but I ignored him. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a dangerous and horrifying place like this?" He asked. I took a deep breath before passing him a malicious glare but he just grinned at me foolishly. What the.. This guy is a total creep. "Stay away from me!" I grunted and he flinched slightly. "Woah! You are not just beautiful but fierce too. That's splendid!" He shrieked and I wondered what a clown like him was doing here in the first place.

Curt says with a dramatic hand gesture at the word century. I giggle and smile at my best friend. "So you like him," Curt asks getting serious. "I don't know how or when it happened. I feel so dumb but .... I think I do have a crush on him," I admit searching Curt's green eyes. He nods. "I think he has one on you too, but be careful. My brothers ego makes him behave like he has no heart sometimes," Curt whispers as we enter our class.

Henry retired "I know Mia can do somthing dangerous as that. She's very stubborn" Nanny implied

Students who saw what she did and reported to the principal, and Jade was given her detention. "See you in detention" Jade said as she walked past Jake. Sky came to meet Dahlia and they conversed. She told Dahlia that she had just gotten detention for coming late for classes again. Dahlia told her that she had gotten one as well, so did Jade and her cousin Jake. Sky also told Dahlia that she thinks she has a crush on somebody. Dahlia got excited and asked who he was. She described him as tall, body built, had a brown hair, wore a black hoody and acted kind of weird. She also added that she saw him talking to Jade just minutes ago. Dahlia was shocked to hear Sky's description. As Sky talked m

It is not possible. He witnessed Henry causing him to fall into the Gray Elephant cave, a little more, causing him to be crushed to death by an elephant five times the size of an ordinary. It has also caused hundreds of his businesses to collapse. Most recently, it has stained ink on knitted fabrics from Tattoo forest, causing him to cancel all orders by his partner. It's not wrong; Henry is that guy; it can't be Kristen. "Are you confused with anyone? He doesn't have any special talents."

"I hate you." "I don't care." He pulls me up by my arm and drags me. "Let's go." I struggle from his hold. I can't go with strangers. I've got a life. A life to take care of. A life to build and concentrate on after this messed up relationship with Collins. Not one problem to the other. My heart beat quickens. Frightened, frustrated, uneasy, unrelaxed, list it all. With all these feelings working at the same time, I bite his hand and quickly grab the flower vase nearby and hit his head.

For a split second the sidewalk rolled and bucked beneath them as if they were on a boat. It took a moment for the truth to sink in. A bomb. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Hunter was still on top of her, his arms crossed over her head and face to shield her. She didn’t dare move. People were screaming, running past them, even over them. Hunter grunted when someone stepped on him, but he didn’t budge from his position atop her. She could hear the sound of glass shattering close by, hitting the ground somewhere behind them with a sharp crash. The smell of smoke and burning wreckage was already

“We… ran into each other last night. At the bar. Didn’t realize…” He sits across from me, casual as hell. “Yeah. Small world.” The table erupts in chatter—“How funny!” “What are the odds?”—but I barely hear it. My phone’s already in my lap under the tablecloth. I open the gallery. Pull up Gwen’s favorite old photo of him: blonde waves, clean-shaven, smiling wide like the sun never sets. I glance up. Back to the phone. Up again. Shaved head. Thick beard. Tired shadows under those eyes. But the tilt of his head. The set of his shoulders. The low, rough voice that growled my name while he drove into me.

“How comforting.” His expression didn't change. “It isn't supposed to be.” The honesty of that landed harder than reassurance would've. I looked back toward the windows again as rain blurred the city into gray streaks beyond the glass. “What are the actual dangers?” I asked quietly. This time Dante took slightly longer to answer. “Victor is dangerous when cornered,” he said. “Adrian is dangerous when underestimated.” “And Hannah?” At that, something colder entered his expression. “Hannah is desperate.”