Henry Danger My Phony Valentine Novels & Stories

Henry whispered in my ears with one hand stroking my back gently. “I don’t know. I thought I was making progress with getting the truth from him” I moved back a little and looked up to see Henry smiling at me. He was going to laugh and I knew he thought it was funny that I could make an arrogant and cold hearted man like Vincent Verdi to fall in love with me.

“I knew you’d say that.” “Of course I’m saying that!” he whisper-yelled, waving his pastry like it was a legal document. “Do you realize what kind of soap opera you’ve signed up for? The man has a security detail and three stock tickers named after him! You can’t just—just elope like it’s some small-town summer fling!” “It’s not like that,” I said quietly. Henry stopped. His eyes softened instantly. “Then what’s it like?” I swallowed. “It’s… right. It’s terrifying and ridiculous and impulsive, but it’s right.”

while I was riding him. He kept on saying,"Yes,daddy ride me harder!!! Take all of me in". I know he's bi and I have never questioned him about it. As a matter of fact, I find it interesting and though I worry that he will prefer the other guy to me someday, now is not the time. I need every distraction I get now to keep my mind from sending flashes of last night's event. I positinedp myself for my favourite style- doggy. Xanvier went behind and spanked my ass.

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'm saying this because everyone knows he doesn't offer legal covering to most companies. And honestly, we don't have the money to pay for it." The omega went still, her back arched at an odd angle, for sure her spine was broken. The alpha didn't. I leaned forward. Hmm, that's an interesting effect. "You don't need money when you have me. My birthday is coming up, I'll ask him then. He'll do it for me, trust me." "Ah, valentine's day," I flashed Leonard a smile. "You remembered." He rolled his eyes. And goodness, did he look so sassy doing it. "Please, how could I forget? By the way, you owe me a thousand dollars. I accept cash only."

Why did I seem to like the danger Henry brought? "You're brave enough to refuse, but your body is lying," Henry whispered, his voice deep and full of mockery. Henry licked my ear as his hand held my breast and gently massaged it. From my ear, Henry immediately leaned down, simultaneously lifting my blouse and lowering my bra, and without hesitation, he clamped his mouth onto my breast. I gripped his polo shirt. I felt the weakness in my knees from the intense tickling and pleasure brought by Henry’s sinful tongue. If I weren't leaning against the wall and held by Henry, I might have collapsed to the floor.

The torn Valentine feels like a burning coal in his pocket. In the Beta's office, Dorothy sits across from her father, her fingers nervously tapping against her thigh. Ethan Sr. studies his daughter's face, noting the redness around her eyes that she's tried to hide. His wolf stirs protectively within him. "This came for you today," he says, sliding the envelope across the desk. "Addressed to D.R. Dares."

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

He was wearing a flamboyantly shiny suit and had on thick makeup while speaking out loud to his phone's camera in an annoying, high-pitched tone. "Check out this loser, fam! Yvette is on the verge of being worth billions, and this gigolo is pretending to be sick to garner her sympathy. What a schemer! Any of you who think that he deserves this, just type 'He deserves this' in the comments section!" Henry spoke as he pushed the camera into my face. The comments flowed in instantly without stopping. [Isn't that man disgusting? He'll do anything just to get some attention.] [I feel bad for Yvette. How did she end up with such a fiancé?]

“Now you’re speaking my language. But let’s be clear, Victor. If I’m putting my neck on the line for you, I want assurances. No half-measures.” “You’ll have them,” Victor promised, his tone unyielding. “But, Henry, this game is far more dangerous than you’re used to. The people we’re dealing with don’t play by the rules.” Henry laughed, raising his glass in a mock toast. “Danger, rules—who cares? If there’s one thing I love more than women and whisky, it’s a good fight. Count me in.” "So who are we dealing with?" Henry asked, his voice taking on a serious tone.