Novel & Cerita Henry Danger Trivia

The moment he noticed me, his shoulders straightened. “You’re late.” “I’m on time.” “You’re awake,” Lyra corrected beside me. “That’s apparently enough for today.” Henry sighed deeply. “I still dislike this plan.” “You’ve mentioned that.” “Repeatedly.” “And yet somehow you still keep ignoring me.” “That’s because you keep repeating yourself.” Henry looked deeply unimpressed. “Your confidence in dangerous situations concerns me.” “My confidence?” “Yes.” Lyra nodded beside him. “She gets that from surviving entirely on stubbornness.”

"Tell the court what you saw." Henry swallowed. "I was walking home from work. I took a shortcut through the alley behind the old warehouse. That’s when I heard gunshots. I…I saw a group of men… they were wearing black jackets with tiger tattoos on their arms. Two men were on the ground, one of them was already still." "And did you see who shot them?" Henry nodded slowly. "One of the men—he had a scar on his left cheek. He was the one who shot the second man while he was already injured."

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.

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!

… In the early hours of the morning, the Townsend family's villa suddenly caught fire. Nigel and Ruthie hurriedly fled the burning villa, and by the time they made it outside, the fire was raging intensely. Nigel stared at the master bedroom's window, his eyes wild with panic. "Jenna!" He nearly rushed back in, but Ruthie stopped him in his tracks. "Nigel, the fire's too big. You can't go in! Besides, Jenna is your enemy. How can you risk your own life to save her?" The firefighters arrived as if on cue. One of them shouted at Nigel, "Is there anyone still inside? If so, where are they?"

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

I was supposed to hit Hanna! But he was not the one hit. The tall, dark and dangerous looking, Rustov Melgarejo was the one I hit! Everything happened too fast all at once I didn't see him coming. I heard his voice before but I never thought he would stop me that way! He was gripping on the glass hardly, the blood was flowing down to his arm. I could still see the red liquid dripping on the floor. "That is not the right thing to do!" I looked up. My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes.

Now, he keeps me locked in this room, leaving me clueless about his intentions. My biggest fear right now is the monster I saw him turn into just yesterday and my gut feeling might be right that I'm not at all safe here. I shouldn't wait to experience it before I believe it. I should start thinking of how to escape from here and Collins. Clara. She's the only one who can help me now. She has always helped me in difficult times so she won't stop now. At least not on such occasion.

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

It wasn't her business what Idris was up to. "Yo, what's up?" Idris answered, trying to sound casual. "It's bad, man," his boy replied. "We got caught in the act, and the cops are on our tail. We need a way out, ASAP." Idris could feel his heart racing as he tried to come up with a plan. He looked behind him to see if Natasha or Maria were around. "Where are you now?", he asked as he stepped forward, rubbing his forehead in confusion.