Henry Danger My Phony Valentine Novels & Stories

he said. I pushed my glow out so it would go into the cell. “ I bet I can make you talk.” Arya and I said. The vampire jumped up off the cot like he was jolted with electricity and looks at me.. “ What do you want?” he asked but he wasn’t as confident as he was before. “ I want you to pass along a message to Valerose for me.” I told him with full authority in my voice. “ What if I don’t want to.” he asked. “ I never said you had a choice.” I told him. I turn to Henry. “ Would you open the door, please?” I asked. Henry looks unsure at first but does as I asked. Deep down Henry knows the vampire won’t hurt me. It can’t. I would burn him up before he could touch me. There is a part of him that

Solyn’s heart slammed against her ribs, terror flooding her veins. Allen pressed his mouth near her ear, voice soft enough that only she could hear. “You see,” he whispered, “this is why I love you.” Solyn’s hands clawed at his arm. Allen tightened his grip slightly. Calian’s breathing turned slow and dangerous. “Let her go,” Calian said. Allen’s laughter vibrated against Solyn’s neck. “Or what? You’ll shoot me?” Calian’s hand moved toward his jacket. Solyn’s eyes widened.

he waved them off, his eyes on Sandra's surprised face " what about Anthony's men?" " kill them," he said coldly and calmly as if it was no big deal." He deserves it, why are you so worried about him? Do you know the man you are talking about? He is more dangerous than you think" Henry is obsessed with her that he is willing to kill her daughter to get her. If she knew what he has done, she would be the one begging him to kill him. His signing certificate as her husband would be vital if he had sighed their divorce papers four years ago. He can't tell how Henry got her to sign those papers but he can say he tricked her into it which she still has no idea. He won't hesitate to end him if he t

I felt like drowning, Melting. “Leilah Rivera.” The call to me brought me back to where I am standing. Standing in front of me is one of those goons back at the diner. He is tall, with a built body and broad shoulders. He is not wearing his glasses so I can see his scarred left eye. My body stiffens as I try to stand firmer, taller. “Where is my mother?” I balled my fists, ready to throw my strongest punch if needed. Although, I doubt that will make any difference as this man is almost a foot taller.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

To him, the cheating bisexual fucker can go to hell for all he cares. However, his battery had depleted. With a sigh, he released the pillow from his hold and stretched to plug the phone on his bedside table. When the phone finally came to life, he checked the time. It was 2:49 PM on a Tuesday and…. eighteen hours had already passed since the incident withe Elora and sixteen hours since the incident with Dimitri. Vincent sat up in panic, the lifelessness in his eyes disappearing when messages started popping up on his phone. But he didn't open them straight away. Instead, he swiped everything away until he reached Elora's who'd sent him a picture again.

They were very happy, they said. But what happened? Eventually, Mommy also looked for others even when Daddy was still there. She cheated on her husband and on her family. Romantic love isn't real. It’s only pure sentiment, which eventually also disappears with time. So what's the use of exerting time on something that will eventually fade? You will just waste time. "Congrats to you!" Congrats, my ass. I doubt if they would even make it to ten years. I ran my finger across the table while waiting. The noise of the couple left subsided. I just looked up when I saw Enzo approaching with a tray. He stopped midway, though. She looked back. I also looked over there and saw the familiar group.

He stopped smiling immediately before sitting down, placing the envelop he has brought with him on the table. Jane sat across him and glanced at the wine on the table. “Wine?” She raised her glass, and he nodded, she pushed an empty neat glass to him and poured him some wine from the wine bottle. “How is he?” Jane asked after Henry sipped some glass of wine, her expression now serious and the smiles on her face were wiped off her face like they were never there. Henry exhaled sharply and pushed the envelope to her and she glanced at it. “See for yourself.” He told her and she took the envelope, tearing it open, she took out the pictures on it and her eyes drooped.

I can hear my heartbeat, and it couldn't help that the blows of winds make the surround trees to almost bowed to the ground. “I ask you for a reason,” Hunter adds on, his voice so serious that stood me to stillness. “So don't be freak out. I do like the idea that you have yours. Is it the reason why you are doing this?” “Huh?” I blink, he was unexpected. “I know you have your reason,” he chuckled. “So relax. Don't you still trust me for your safety?” “Are you...” I gulped to the absurdity. “...going to keep me away from danger?”

I replied to him calmly while he laughed darkly, taking out a piece of paper from his pant's pocket. "This says you pay me the last day of every month Violet, not a day or two days after. Do you think I'm playing with you here?" he asked me, still fuming. Henry was a short man, maybe two inches taller than I was, with light brown skin and very soulless eyes. He was quite an unattractive man. He had even made sexual advances to me when I just moved in here with my mother, of which I had declined then.