Henry Danger Twin Henrys Novels & Stories

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos

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,

he keeps asking. I am touched by his concern. It makes me think: How could two people born of the same woman on the same day turn out so differently? How did Ansel become such a monster and his twin is…well, Axel’s many things, but he is not as monstrous as his brother! “Come on, let’s find some privacy. I need to talk to you about something very important.” We strut over to the pool chairs and settle down. “I’m getting worried, Candy. What is it? Just tell me.”

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.

"Do you have a better idea?" I shake my head. "No, but I can tell you that the rest of the gang fucking hates my ass; they'll rat me out as soon as possible and that's probably already happened. I bet they volunteered to have an interview just to tell them that I killed Greyson, the police will be on my doorstep in less than 24 hours. And then what? I still have the same face, even if I have a different name." "Yeah, but statistics say that each of us have four doppelgangers, and you could simply look identical to Axel." he tries to calm me down, but I shake my head.

The thought of Lucian hurting her if I arrived five minutes late made my hand tighten around the watch on my wrist until the metal bit into my skin. No. I had to go. Henry’s expression darkened. “What happens if Lucian tries something funny?” “He won’t.” “You sound very confident.” “Of course. He’s my twin.” Henry stared at me for a long moment. “Your twin? That man wouldn’t even hesitate to kill you if he had the chance.” A dry laugh almost escaped me. Almost. His face hardened again. “And what happens if you lose control?” The room fell silent. My fingers stopped moving as the rain pounded harder against the glass.

“I told him my family died in a house fire, and he doesn't even know I have a twin. He believes I am the only child of our parents.” Those were her exact words! What then in God's name was happening here? The door opened before I could finish falling apart properly, and Adrian stepped through, clipboard in hand, relief plain on his face. Then his eyes moved past me, to the man in the chair, and the relief thinned into something more careful. "You're awake." He crossed to the monitor, checking numbers I didn't understand, professional and reflexive, the way of someone who did this forty times a shift. "You gave everyone quite a scare, collapsing like that."

He says and I chuckle while shaking my head. "No doubt about that, he's the most handsome thing I've seen, next to his dad." I smile sheepishly. Both our babies have golden eyes, looks like the legacy of the golden eyed wolves will live on to protect the pack and maintain peace. "Miss, you need to feed them. I'll help you." "Oh, okay." * * * * Taking care of the twins has not been easily, with late nights wake ups, the feeding and so much more, it's been tiring but Aamon and I are helping each other.

"No… impossible! You're lying! You're trying to trick me! I want a DNA test!" But the truth was already plain to most. The resemblance was undeniable, no matter what she screamed. I slipped a folder from my bag. "Here. Paternity test results for Nick and Nathan Winston—your twins—with Jeremy. See for yourself." I tossed the file onto the table. Janey fumbled through the pages, her hands trembling, until she reached the final result. Her knees buckled. "No… no, this can't be real! You forged this report! You wanted my boys so much you faked this report!"

He just read every page and every detail carefully. The first report was about her condition. It outlined everything that had happened in the past few days like her symptoms, the fainting incident, the clinic visit, and the doctor’s observations. Valerio’s expression didn’t change as he read through it. But his focus sharpened slightly when he reached a particular section. “High probability of multiple pregnancy.” His fingers paused briefly on the page. Twins. The word wasn’t written directly like that in the report, but the meaning was clear enough.