Henry Danger: The Trouble With Frittles Novels & Stories

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

"Have fun." One day, l'd pay him back for all the crap he gave me about Vivian. I followed her to the photo setup, where Francis waited with Cecelia, Vivian's sister Agnes, and Agnes's husband. My brother stood off to the side, his eyes glued to his phone while the photographer fiddled with his camera. Something dangerous uncoiled in my chest. I'd avoided Francis all day. He didn't deserve my attention in public, which would only elevate his status, and I didn't need more temptation to commit murder.

Jax Hamill glanced around the bar, looking to spot any trouble before it got started. In his five years as the owner of Dangerous Curves, five years as a bouncer, and more than fifteen years as a regular bar patron, he’d seen how trouble actually had a vibe. Like steam rising off a cup of coffee, trouble could move the air around a person, a couple, a group. Jax had become damn good at seeing those vibrations – sometimes long before the people involved even knew that they were on the verge of losing it and starting something.

“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.

I'd played this game too many times. I fumbled again, and this time, a click echoed, amplified by the frantic beat of my heart. "Mona! Open this damn door!" His voice, thick with liquor and rage, vibrated through the thin wood. I didn't dare answer. Maybe by morning, he'd have forgotten the details, or at least be too hungover to care. But for now, I was getting out of here! I yanked the window open and peered outside. It was daytime, making everything visible, but no less terrifying. It was a long drop, and the thought of landing awkwardly, possibly breaking my neck, sent a wave of nausea through me. I wasn't ready to die yet.

His usually meticulous suit was rumpled, and his tie hung loose around his neck. “I didn’t expect you to actually come,” he said without looking up. Juliette slid into the seat across from him. “Why did you leave, Henry?” He sighed, finally meeting her eyes. “Because it stopped being about business. This….this war. It’s becoming something else. Something dangerous”. “It’s always been dangerous,” she replied. “You knew that. Damon trusted you. I trusted you as well”. Henry ran a hand down his face. “Juliette, they got to me. They found out about my sister’s debt, she borrowed money from a shell company tied to Celeste, without knowing. And now they’re threatening her kids”.

The gun slipped from his grip and skidded across the floor, far out of reach. Thomas slowly opened his eyes, confusion filling his mind as he realized he was unharmed. A wave of immense relief washed over him, and without wasting time, he quickly got up from the floor. Meanwhile, Mr. Hawthorne deftly lifted Mr. Merrick’s body. Their eyes met in the shared darkness. “Stop this, Dominic,” Mr. Hawthorne said, gripping his opponent’s collar tightly. “Stop? Do you think this can just be stopped? You’re the one who started all this, Kinsley.”

Vivian’s pulse accelerated again. The operation. Money laundering. Corruption. Threats. Still happening. Clara looked directly at Vivian now. And suddenly the sadness in her eyes deepened. “You’re in danger because they think Damien told you everything.” Vivian glanced sharply toward Damien. “You didn’t?” Damien’s expression darkened immediately. “There are things you still don’t understand.” Roman let out a quiet laugh. “There it is again.” Vivian ignored him completely. “What things?” Damien looked at Clara carefully.