Henry Danger Saturday Night Lies Novels & Stories

How do you know I'm lying? "Because if you were actually busy, you wouldn't have run out of my club like I was on fire. So, what changed?" "Maybe I reconsidered." "Reconsidered what? Hating everything about Sinners or hating everything about me?" "I don't hate you." "You barely know me." "Exactly," I said. He laughed."Dinner. Tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at seven." "I didn't agree to dinner." "You called me. That's enough agreement. Text me your address."

As I get there, I see Henry as he drops the pliers and Newton is covered in blood with his nails littered on the floor. “Now, the final question. Where is the hideout located?” Henry asks and he picks a hammer, he walks towards newton and squats in front of him. “What are you going to do with this one?” Newton stammers. “Smash your head if you don’t speak. Surely, you don’t want to see your family from the prospect of hell and watch them suffer in my hands. Now answer me before I end you here.” Henry warns.

“And then we talked it over again last Friday, Saturday, and Sunday when you stayed with us over the weekend.” “Um, yes, Dad,” Taylor acknowledged. ‘What? They are that close?’ Henry realized. From the corner of Henry’s eyes, he saw the interns from Halliport starting to panic. As for him? He still could not believe it. He cleaned his ears with his finger and did it again. Henry hyperfocused, playing the words in his mind repeatedly. Still unable to accept it, he wondered, ‘Am I in a terrible dream?’ Despite his denial, Henry’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt a wave of panic rise from his stomach. He looked around the room, hoping someone would call the madness out for what it was. But, no

Larissa dodged him impatiently and said coldly, "I have yet to settle the score with you about you getting Ross abducted, and you have the guts to come and see me?" Henry looked ghastly. He lowered his voice as if he was afraid of being heard. "Larissa, you've got to be careful of that child. He's dangerous!" Larissa looked at him as if he were an idiot, and laughed coldly. "Is there something wrong with your brain? I practice medicine but I wouldn't be able to save someone like you." Henry gritted his teeth. "I risked my life to come and tell you that that child is a dangerous entity!

“Y-yeah. I do. But listen, man, this isn’t the usual kind of deal. I didn’t want to get involved, but they—” “Stop wasting my time.” I leaned forward, lowering my voice. The tone of command came naturally, a deep, controlled menace that had him shrinking back. “Who is behind the threats against me? Who’s targeting my daughter?” Henry’s hand trembled as he reached for his drink, but he didn’t dare take a sip. Instead, he leaned closer, as if afraid someone might overhear. “It’s… it’s not who you think,” he whispered. “There’s a new group in town. At least, I thought they were new. But then I started hearing rumors, old names resurfacing. They call themselves ‘The Nightshade Syndicate.’”

Thinking like that, he decided not to turn on the light, but went straight into the house. A blast of cold air passed through Henry's body, making him feel dangerous. This is the house where he and Vivian have lived together for nearly a lifetime, does it contain any danger? Henry involuntarily rubbed his hands together, a feeling that began to overflow again until he hit something in the dark that made it make a sound.

But it was still cold, especially at night … Gabriella shut the door and pulled Henry over to the sofa with difficulty. Suddenly, Henry stumbled over the coffee table and fell onto the sofa. Gabriella was taken by surprise, and the world spun. When she regained her senses, she was already underneath Henry. She looked up. Henry's eyes had opened, and she pushed him. "Get up, Henry." Henry's dark eyes were as black as ink, staring unblinkingly at her. Gabriella was a little afraid. She swallowed. "… Henry, it's the middle of the night, mmph—"

“It's about Sophia. I need to find out where she is and what happened to her. I thought you might have some connections that could help.” Harris's expression softened, and he nodded. “Of course, Daniel. Let me make a few calls.” He picked up his phone and started dialing, speaking in low tones to various contacts. Each minute felt like an eternity, my anxiety growing with each passing second. Finally, he hung up and looked at me. “I've got a lead. Henry is in town, but it seems he’s in hiding. And apparently he’s working with Vito Romano, some crime syndicate boss from France.”

He was always so romantic, so gentle but those nasty words had me soaking, and God, I loved this new dangerous side of him. “Oh Liam,” I mumbled, biting my lip, with my hand tangled in his hair. His fingers traced down my half-naked body, jolting every desire. He knelt before me, his hands unbuttoning my pants and sliding them off, leaving me in just my panties. He paused and lifted his head to look at me, his eyes with a question. I nodded, giving him permission to continue. He immediately pulled down my underwear, his gaze still on me as his tongue glided over me, so close to my pussy. His tongue brushed against my clit and I couldn’t help but moan helplessly.

Henry replied while giving his head a light scratch. "Good." Mr Leo said and hung up. Henry fell back on his chair with a sigh. He loosened the grip his necktie had on him and immediately phoned Dane. A few minutes later, Dane walked into Henry's office smartly dressed in a brown tuxedo. He settled on the sofa. "We have a problem, Dane," Henry said and sat up. "Of course, we have a problem. You went missing Friday night and came home Saturday morning." Dane said.