Henry Danger's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

His touch was like a cold, clammy vice, and it brought back all the horrible memories of when he had tried to take advantage of me and Jane in the woods. As Henry's fingers dug deeper into my skin, I couldn't help but think that I would rather be with Damian, despite the danger that lurked beneath his surface. At least with Damian, I felt a twisted sense of safety, a sense that he wouldn't hurt me without a reason. Henry, on the other hand, was a wild card, a psychopath with no conscience and no qualms about hurting those around him. "Hey, why complaining, my love? Didn't you miss me?" Henry's voice was like a snake slithering through the grass, making my skin crawl. His smile was repulsive,

Suddenly Zoe could see Henry again, and this time he found his hand locked around the shoulders of the lady Emily had referred to as a hot thing. "Who do you think she is?" Emily whispered, catching Zoe staring at Henry and his partner for the umpteenth time rather than focusing on the movie. "I guess she's his girlfriend," Zoe said. "Girlfriend?" Emily's voice echoed, and Henry turned to see them. Zoe wished she could slip under her chair. Henry's partner had even turned her attention in their direction. Zoe focused on the movie immediately. Emily pinched her, and she saw they were no longer looking in her direction.

For a moment, a fleet of fear surged through Katherina's and her heart skipped a bit to the sudden outburst Henry had made. “You know Harrison, do you not?” Henry asked, his tone was clearly prone with a bit of anger. Katherina felt she had been entrapped by this sudden question about Harrison. The more time her mind kept reeling about this sudden change in Henry, the more she couldn't help but think she was in grave danger. Henry was not the cool headed type like Harrison and she knew crossing his path could send one to their grave. She hiccuped. “I…I…” she tried to say but her words came out in a jumble, not making any complete sense.

Relative’s house? Honeymoon? Like seriously? “No! No! I won’t say anything like that.” Henry smiled. “By the way, Henry, a friend of Sophia.” “Brandon Dennis Haysbert, husband of Sophia.” I looked at their faces and then their hands which they were not planning to live. Brandon was literally crushing Henry’s hand with his. What the hell! Why was Brandon in the mood to fracture Henry’s hand? . #TBC

“over there!!” “come on, come on, please”, Dianne prayed as she saw the gaurds advancing towards her, with a click, it opened and she pulled the door aside and shut it behind her, she rested her head and breathed heavily and then a voice said behind her. “i was wondering when you will show up”, Lucien said behind her. “oh, bloody hell”, she groaned, not believing her luck. “nice to see you too”....... *************** Lucien grinned at the red haired beauty in front of him, it seemed that fate has indeed destined for them to be together, just while she was trying to escape, she fell right into his hand or should we say “room”.

Henry tried to sound carefree, but his voice gave him away because it was filled with happiness. “Whaaaat?!! Did you find her? Oh, my God! What is she like? Tell me everything! Oh, wait, it is she, right? What is her name?” Sarah blabbered without stop, happy for her brother. He was the only one in their family without a mate, and they all prayed for him, worried about his lifestyle that was becoming dangerously revealing for their kind. “Slow down, missy.” Henry laughed, “I don’t know her name, I don’t know anything about her except where she works, and I’m..” but he didn’t get a chance t finish his sentence because his sister interrupted him again.

I could feel every inch of his hard body pressed against me the same body I had tried so hard to forget. Henry’s voice dropped even lower, dangerous and rough. “You have no idea what you’ve just walked into, Silver.” His eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second before returning to my face, dark and intense. The shouting in the background had stopped. The two suited men were probably watching now, but Henry didn’t seem to care. I swallowed hard, trapped between fear and that stupid, unwanted spark of heat low in my belly. This was bad. Really bad. And the way Henry was looking at me right now… it felt like the real danger had only just begun.

He had stumbled three full steps back from the collision, his face pale as he scrambled to regain his footing and his dignity. "Wait, Adrian..." Henry stammered out, putting on a nervous chuckle as he gestured between them. "I think there is a bit of a mix up here. This lady, Lydia Sinclair, she is my girlfriend. So I really don't understand..."As he spoke, his jumpy words hung abruptly in mid-air. Henry’s face suddenly lit up with a wave of fake relief as an excuse struck his mind."Oh! Oh, I get it now!" Henry blurted out, his sheepish voice rising to a loud laugh that sounded hollow.

She was even more stunning when she’s angry, more dangerous and it drove me crazy. I sighed, brushing my finger against her lips. They were so hot, red and swollen, probably from the heated kiss we’d shared earlier. “Uhmm… I can call you whatever I want, because you, my darling, have always been mine.” Her lips parted, but no words came out. Yet the way her hands trembled at her sides, the way her gaze dropped to my collar, completely avoiding my eyes told me everything I needed to know. I tilted my head, my hands trailing down her chin and raising her head to meet my eyes. “ Are you scared of me, sweetheart?”

Something heavier. Something dangerous. We didn’t talk after it happened. No real words. Just the occasional kiss. A touch here. A soft sigh there. Our bodies spoke, but our mouths didn’t. Maybe we were afraid to break the silence. Maybe we knew the moment we spoke, reality would come crashing back in. Or maybe... we were just scared of what the truth sounded like out loud. Still, in that dark hotel room, wrapped in each other, it almost felt like we existed in a world that wasn’t ours. A secret world. One where we could stay hidden, where no one knew who we were or what we were doing.