Henry Danger My Phony Valentine Novels & Stories

Then, at a red light, he said, “I meant every word too. If I ever put my hands on you like that again, I don’t deserve to keep breathing. I’ll make sure of it myself if she doesn’t.” The light turned green. The city slid past the windows. I watched his profile in the dashboard glow… the healed cuts, the careful set of his shoulders, the man who had spent twenty thousand dollars and two weeks of grinding humility for a single, hard-edged okay from the person who loved me enough to stay disappointed. The clock on the ultimatum was still ticking. The stranger with the knife still existed somewhere in the dark. Ronnie’s warning still hung in the air between us like a blade of its own.

I knew he was a manipulator, but I still trusted him since I knew he could help me bring down my father. Henry looked like he was not feeling guilty. He only shrugged as if it was a trivial matter to him if I was upset or not. "I only take measures of what it means to protect one of my retainers, Dominixe. Fret not. Valerian's pack members are safe. We only appeared that they had died. The bodies your henchmen saw were those of the prisoners I used as decoys." I clenched my hands, not liking this one bit. It was hard to comprehend, but I felt broken more than ever.

The words echoed. "What's in it for you? Really?" He was quiet so long I thought he wouldn't answer. "Someone's watching me." His voice dropped. Dangerous. "Someone close. They're waiting for me to slip. To show weakness. To give them something to use." "And a girlfriend fixes that?" "A real girlfriend. Someone who looks at me like I matter." He met my eyes. "Someone who makes them believe I'm not alone." The vulnerability in his voice caught me off guard.

He let out a loud growl as he walks up next to Henry’s body and turns him over, not surprised that he has his limp cock hanging out of his pants. Valentino reaches over and places his fingers on Henry’s neck. Even with being furious with him, he lets out a sigh of relief when he feels a light heartbeat. Satisfied that his Beta is in fact alive but pissed at him at the same time, Valentino moves back towards the door and kicks the key that is sitting on the floor. He bends down and picks it up, taking a deep breath. A smirk tugs at his lips as he smells his shifter.

"Yes, but you had to drive all the way up here to get me." "You wanted to make your boss drive here?" I sigh half because of his crappy attitude and half irritated at myself that I'm so obvious. "It's not any of your business." Henry pulls onto the highway. "He's your boss. You know? Nothing can happen between you. And even if it does, his type is notorious for using up and throwing women away." "What do you know about Vincent Valiant?" "More than you do. Have even googled him?" I roll my eyes, but he doesn't see as he's merging into traffic. "Yes, I have."

After the lap dance, he whispered something in her ear and she blushed harder, a lustful glint appearing in her eyes. Henry is a fucking man whore. People think he's a good guy because he is funny and friendly, the truth is that he is very dangerous, he uses his sweet words to get girls, fuck them and discards them afterwards. I'm not saying I'm the good guy, but at least I don't use sweet words to.play with girls emotions. "Truth or dare, Diane?" Ricky asked and that got my full attention like the question was thrown at me. I slid my eyes to Diane.

He just assumed that she didn't hear his voice. Henry walked to the bedside table, his hands holding the gifts he had bought for Abigail. He put them down gently. The small collection of gifts that Henry had lovingly selected for Abigail were mostly comprised of : heartfelt notes, sweetly decorated cards, and elegant boxes of chocolate, all carefully chosen to express his love for her on the approaching Valentine's Day. He cursed under his breath as he stared at the red big present, If Abigail saw it then she would guess that it was her present for Valentine's day and it would ruin his surprise.

Perhaps it was because he was aware that if he made a mistake, he could die in the blink of an eye. “Y-yes, sir…” Valentino turned around as soon as he heard Henry's trembling voice. As he watches his secretary, who is clearly panicking, a small smile escapes his lips. "Months have passed, Henry. When are you going to stop fidgeting in my presence? Do I still scare you?" Valentino inquires sarcastically. Henry felt his heart rate drop as a result of his nervousness. "I apologize, sir. I know it sounds strange, but knowing who and what you are still astounds me. I can't believe our family has been serving an immortal dragon until now,"

“He made that up, didn’t he?” “He did.” “And what was he?” Valentine smirks. “A daredevil that could change forms.” I let out a strangled noise. “Of course, he was.” “I told him it was the worst idea he’d ever had.” “And?” “He said, ‘Shut up, Daddy, and read the woman’s palm.’” I collapse into laughter. “I hate that he was this funny.” “He was an idiot.” “The best idiot.” Valentine smiles, nodding. “Yeah. The best.”

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar