Henry Danger Trivia Novels & Stories

“It’s my first time I’ve seen him fancy someone. I think, obsessed. That’s the right word to use.” The way he’s looking at me is as if he pities me. I think I should be pitied though, for catching the attention of someone as Ryan. I have always known that Ryan is sick in the head. My encounters with him back in college and recently says it all. I also know that those good boy acts he played back in college were just a facade. I saw something else hidden inside of him. Something dangerous.

“Why don't you keep on working on your humility?” As she swept out of the office, I chuckled under my breath. Humility was overrated. I had other businesses to finish and by nightfall the safe house was far behind me. The air smelled of oil and salt. The fresh scent of rain filling the air. I stopped by a stack of containers, my headlights cutting the fog. His brother had to be moved to the docks. I couldn't let Deborah find out about him now could I? Inside one of the containers, bound to a chair, sat a man who looked too much like Mike.

He looked up, lip trembling slightly. “But Dad is.” I winced. Yeah, Fernando had been harsh. He was still fuming in the front seat, his jaw clenched like it was wired shut. Ashley’s brows furrowed as she kept glancing his way. “He’s just worried,” I told Henry gently. “We all are. But you need to understand—talking to strangers, especially when we don’t know if we’re being followed or watched, it’s dangerous.” Henry nodded slowly. “He was nice and he asked me normal questions.”

“Your name is not the only thing I know about you, Henry. I’ve been watching you for a while now.” Watching him, what does he want from Henry? “Whoo are you?” Henry asked, his voice trembling slightly. The figure’s smile widened, revealing a glint of malice in his eyes. “Hickory, dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock.” My feet shook hearing those words, as a sense of dread washed over me. He is the same who has been haunting my nightmares for years. The same threat ruined my peace of mind and made me fear for my life. And he found my Henry. I knew how dangerous this person was, and I needed to protect Henry at all costs.

“I'm sure you still remember the pain of losing a loved one on what was supposed to be a joyful day. I've recently discovered that the reason for Dimitri's... distraction on that fateful day was a certain someone. A person who has been the center of his attention for far too long. His name is Vincent Reynolds. I'm sure a family like yours, with your... resources and connections, could help me understand more about him. I've attached a picture of him. Perhaps it might ring a bell?

Identifying someone under such conditions was no simple task. Still, Cherry managed to recognize the person she was looking for —— Henry Max. It was said that Henry was a dangerous man. He was hedonistic, cunning, sinister and as sly as a fox. Also, he happened to be Hardy Max's younger brother, and today was the day of her engagement with Hardy. Assuming Cherry had the choice, she would not want to look for him. Then again, she did not have a better alternative at the moment. Henry was the only person whom she recognized among this crowd. Coincidentally, she was aware of some secrets of his family.

"Many times." The revelation hit harder than expected. Because suddenly this wasn't history anymore. It wasn't theory. It wasn't research. It was personal. Henri rubbed his forehead. Tired. Exhausted. Burdened. "He never frightened me." The answer surprised her. Because every story so far suggested he should have. The old man shook his head. "That's what frightened me." Jessica frowned. Henri finally looked at her. His eyes sad. Thoughtful. Honest. "The most dangerous people rarely look dangerous."

"Who did this?" "Don't know," Mateo said, straightening up. "But it looks like he received a painful death." "Hmm." Heinz moved slowly around the scene, eyes scanning every inch of it, searching for anything that might have been left behind—a thread, a footprint, a single careless mistake. There was nothing. There never was.

The latest development, in which he informed his father that I was visiting my parents for the holidays when I had decided to distance myself from him, only added to the peculiar drama unfolding around me. Lost in my thoughts, a sudden interruption pulled me back to reality as a familiar voice called out, belonging to none other than Henry, rushing towards me with a urgency in his voice. Just as confusion clouded my mind, Henry swiftly acted to safeguard me from an impending danger, deftly intercepting a light stand that was hurtling towards me. In that split second of chaos and unexpected heroism, I couldn't help but wonder what further twists and turns awaited me in this intricate web of M

Amanda said, searching his eyes, "I have made a lot of sacrifices to make sure this family is safe. Aside from that, I know your dad Asher more than you do. He is one of the most dangerous men I have ever met and worked for." "Love," Amanda continued as she took his hands. Henry’s gaze dropped to their joined hands, then lifted again to meet hers. "Made Capo Nero what you see today, and that is something I cannot risk breaking. Doing what you want is not the problem, but if anything happens to you, Henry, I am as good as dead. And before that happens, I would kill myself first." Henry’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.