Henry Danger With Game Shakers Novels & Stories

“I’m not staying locked up like some fragile doll, Jillian.” “You promised.” “I promised I’d stay safe. Not that I’d stay silent.” He was pacing again, fingers clenched into fists at his sides. His tie hung loose around his neck, and he hadn’t slept. Neither had I. “The last safe house she blew up was a message,” he said. “A direct hit. She’s not playing games anymore.” “Then why are we?” He stopped walking, turning to face me with fire in his eyes. “You think this is a game to me?”

He shot at a trashcan and missed by a large distance. “Who?” Shelby asked, even though she thought that she knew who he was talking about. “Jolene.” Henry spat out. “That fucking bitch has caused me too much damned trouble and I’m going to solve two problems with her.” “What problems?” Zack asked as he made a subtle movement with his hand and activated his button camera. He knew better than to think that this would be like in the movies or TV shows where the villain would spew out their manifesto. But he could hope.

“Not the highlight of my week, I must admit.” Dante’s body vibrated with tension. It lined his jaw and coiled beneath his skin, like a viper waiting to strike. “Did he do anything else?” I shook my head. Oxygen thinned by the second, making each word difficult, but I pushed forward. “Security got there before anyone was hurt. I’m okay. Really.” The last word pitched higher than the rest. The muscle in his jaw ticked again. “You’re shaking.” Was I? I checked. Yes, I was.

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”

Henry blocks me as he looks at me with apologetic eyes. “Z-Zam I’m really… I.” I didn’t make him continue when I take the glass he is holding and drink the content straightly. Henry looks at me worriedly as I seem to be dizzy. “Woah that feels good. I’m good no worries, hmnnn I wonder how long your girlfriend can make it. Henry, do NOT interfere… or I’ll skin you alive.” I said with a threatening cold glare at him.

Right. Which way was safe? Which way was the floor? Selene’s sense of space, so honed, so reliable, glitched. She lurched sideways to stand on what she thought was solid— Onto the panel I’d already loosened. It gave. Not completely. Not enough to send her plummeting into some theatrical death pit. The Game had locked external hazards for this round; it wanted us to carve each other, not fall out of frame. But it slumped a full foot, the edge crunching down into the adjacent panel at a bad angle.

“I brought it up to you recently that Gavin was a danger and you brushed it under the rug.” “Because he’s not the one who’s a danger,” Theo explained. “There’s someone else amongst his group that is a danger and it’s up to you to figure out who it is.” “Someone in his group?” Henry asked while raising eyebrows. “What makes you think it’s not Gavin? I didn’t think anyone else in his pack had abilities.”

pain." "I'll kill you, rascal!" "Ahh! Don't shout, baby boy. Look, you don't know me yet. I've ruined your life; if you try to know what will happen, just think about it." "Who are you?" "It's too early to know about me." "Tell me who you are." "I think you are too interested to know about me, so we will meet soon, but prepare yourself to get destroyed." Henry laughs listening to him as anger rushes into his veins. "Let's see who destroys whom. Trying to mess with me? Do you have any idea about the effects of me?" "I know everything about you, and I feel comfortable playing with danger." The person talking with him from the other side chuckles. "Trying to play a game with Henry by concealin

Someone was playing a very dangerous game… And I intended to find out who.

Relief warred with fear inside me and I exhaled shakily, trying to focus on what was ahead instead of what might happen if this plan went south. “You might want to find something in the car to use as a weapon, just in case,” Reid said, risking a glance at me. I nodded, quickly scanning the interior of the car for anything that could help. My hand brushed over the floor beneath my seat, where I found a wrench. Gripping it tightly with both hands, I kept my eyes on the side mirror, searching for any sign of the bikers who were hot on our tail. It was almost too late before I saw them. They were coming up fast on the driver's side, clearly thinking I was the one behind the wheel, not Reid. I sp