Henry Danger With Game Shakers Novels & Stories

‘Now that everything is set…’ He mumbled as the screen on the multiple screens on top of him revealed the sight of the front door of the team that handles the previous project, the ‘Game of Courage’ “Gotcha” He mumbles as he saw how the image of the suspicious man that threatened Mea was carelessly standing on the door. Oliver saw how he knocked. Clicking a button and pulling down a lever, Oliver stretch his hands making a cracking sound. “There are two person on the danger zone…”

"Dude, you're playing a risky game here." I shot a glance at Henry, who was grinning foolishly. 'Look at this joker,' I muttered inwardly. 'He's clueless—getting cheated and still acting all carefree.' Henry quickly averted his eyes, his expression suddenly serious as he fixed his gaze on me with exaggerated focus.

Thrills on every line. She will never understand. She was in danger. He knew the drill in emergency situations like this. When she crept close to danger, he had to step in and save her. Currently, she tip-toed toward hazardous territory. And she’ll hate him more for saving her, even though she’ll have no idea that he did. In the past, He’d played too much with her considering himself a gamemaster. Puzzles were his favorite game. The true test of a person’s knowledge. He enjoyed putting pieces together in a logical way and searching for the correct solutions.

Her voice was smooth and dangerous; it did not rise, but it carried a coldness that made Jack’s jaw tighten. “Don’t try that with me,” Jack growled. “You shot my men. You stole my ledger. You used my name to make your move. That’s a war.” Scarlett’s expression did not change. She lifted a hand and two shots cracked like thunderclaps. The sound ripped through the air, and two figures next to Jack folded forward with dull thunks as they hit the ground. One boy made a small, terrible noise and did not move again. The other lay still, winded but breathing. Blood darkened his coat where it hit the concrete.

I could feel every inch of his hard body pressed against me the same body I had tried so hard to forget. Henry’s voice dropped even lower, dangerous and rough. “You have no idea what you’ve just walked into, Silver.” His eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second before returning to my face, dark and intense. The shouting in the background had stopped. The two suited men were probably watching now, but Henry didn’t seem to care. I swallowed hard, trapped between fear and that stupid, unwanted spark of heat low in my belly. This was bad. Really bad. And the way Henry was looking at me right now… it felt like the real danger had only just begun.

Much subdued, Leo asked, “Can you help me purge the pheromone from my system, Scy?” “I don’t know. We can try, though I don’t know why you’d bother. The swamps aren’t exactly swarming with men who’ll notice.” “No, only one killer who’s hunted down charmers before,” she snapped. “And you’ll not go near him.” He straightened up. “It’s too dangerous.” Leo’s expression remained mutinous. “Don’t press me, woman.” A hint of Haunt fire made his blue eyes glow. “Not over this.”

Henry shifted his gaze from Jared, redirecting it toward Jordan, who stood nearby, lost in thought. "I heard that you are good at playing?" Henry asked with a hint of mockery. Jordan swallowed his saliva, "Henry, what are you talking about?" "Everyone knows. So you don't need to pretend to be confused. How you play has nothing to do with me. I just want to kindly remind you that there are some people you can't touch. Be careful not to get burned!" Henry said with a slight tap on Jordan's back. It was the first time Jordan saw Henry being serious. His smile was no longer plastered on his face, and his words were full of threats, even if he said it was only a reminder.

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.”

It threw him back with tremendous force. Dustin’s face remained impassive. This was the inherent risk in this game. The two liquids were special in that if they expanded or contracted too quickly, an explosion would occur. Henry had intended to catch Dustin off guard, but instead, he paid the price. The force of the explosion was not fatal but not entirely harmless either. It could wound, or in a worse case, cripple someone. Henry’s men rushed forward in panic to help him up. Henry’s body was scorched, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were in tatters.

she is the prey. Noah returns to his seat, his eyes never leaving her face. The necklace sparkles, but Sienna can barely meet his gaze. She knows this is all a game to him, a dangerous game with her at the center. And yet, she’s still here, unable to run, unable to break free.