Henry From Henry Danger Real Name Novels & Stories

Henry questioned with humor and finished off his brownie "No." I slapped his arm playfully and he laughed "I had my men keep an eye on her. Through the observations I found out that she was being stalked by 'Ghost'." "'Ghost?'" Diana asked confused "Who is that?" "His real name is Cardinal Alfonso and he's been on the police's radar for five years." Henry explained "The ass manages to slip out of our hands every time." "Continue." Diana waved me. "I knew she couldn't stay here or they'd kill her so I changed my name, took half my mafia and moved to Italy." I took a sip of champagne.

Sweat the size of a corn seed poured down the guards' foreheads. They did not expect, in front of their eyes right now was one of the largest mafia members in the country. And that terrible man was—, "Lu—Lucy ...." . . . Hi ... thanks for reading 'Dangerous Man', sorry for the inconvenience. I will revise the previous chapter to make it even better. Don't forget to leave your review guys!: D

“I haven't told Ria about us. And you visited just like that. Were you planning of revealing your identity or something?…” “Actually, I wanted to pay you a surprise visit. I didn't think she'd be home. “He said. “About Identity, I'm Henry to everyone but you. Henry Brooke!” He chuckled, I smiled. “I love you, Damien.” I whispered. He stood up. “I heard that.” He announced. “And I would hold that here.” He pointed playfully to his heart and laughed, I laughed. “I'll go get a room ready. Make yourself comfortable. “

the same policeman tells us curtly as we walk up to him, and he leads me to the same room, the room that might just give me nightmares. Thank fuck I'm not claustrophobic, or I wouldn't know how I'd handle this fucking room with no furniture except a table and three chairs, blank walls, blank everything. "Good for you that you came back." the policeman says and I read his name tag - Daniel. Honestly, he looks like the type of dick that takes his anger out on black dudes. And women. And well, everyone who gets in his fucking way. I just nod in answer, Biden told me not to speak unless absolutely necessary.

However, I wasn’t felt threatened or like I am in danger. “You still haven’t told me your name,” I say, breaking the silence that enwraps between us instead of the steady hum from the vehicle. “You can call me Henry,” he only darted me a quick glance before he returns his gaze to the road, swerving in the wheels as we turn into the curb. “I know your tongue is itching to ask so many questions, but I’ll answer them all once we get there.”

He asks when tons of questions keep stabbing him from inside. “Yes, I am.” “How dare you enter my house?” His presence billows Jacob’s heart from the inside, but he tries to stay calm. Henry’s gaze has trailed all over the house, that is reflecting the wish of seeing someone in particular. The living room is the same as before; nothing has changed at all. The color of the walls, the decoration of the living room, the cozy, comfortable couch with the pillows printed with the art of two little boys—everything is the same as before, just the pattern of the relationship has been changed brutally. Controlling all the emotions that have been raised a while ago, his gaze falls on Jacob. “Calm down,

Dalton After I put Layla to bed, I return immediately to the shed. I look down at the dead man with a mix of pity and rage. He’s not much older than me. He was handsome, with blond hair and eyes that used to be blue. But now, they’ve started to decay into his skull. The skin is flayed from his fingers, revealing bone, but the rest of him is in surprisingly good shape considering how long he’s been here. I remember him. Henry, that was his name. Henry Swanson, from Mississippi, an architect apprentice who never made it back after traveling here to visit his girlfriend.

"He's in the hospital. Stable, but unconscious." "Who did this?" "We were hoping you could tell us." The detective leaned forward. "Henry doesn't have any family in the area. No emergency contacts. But your number was in his phone. The only number, actually." Isabella's heart ached. "I don't know who would want to hurt him." "Henry Hamilton is not his real name." The detective pulled out a photograph. "His real name is Sebastian Cole. And he has a brother who has been looking for him for years."

I asked, half-absently. “Not all of them. But only a monster would purposely hurt their own mate. Most would do it because they don’t know better, they can’t help themselves.” Daniel’s voice brought me back from the shadows, but it took a while for his words and his undertone to register in my hazy mind. His words were laced with pain. “We investigated him. I followed his scent and found the hotel he is in. As we assumed, he is still in town. His name is Henry …., from the United States.” Adrian let us know, exchanging a look with Daniel.

Maybe he was going to meet with this blackmailer, and they didn’t want me to know about it. A tight knot formed in my stomach; I was getting a nasty feeling about this. “Erin? Are you still there?” Henry asked; I hadn’t realized I had gone silent until he spoke my name. “Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, shaking my head of any thoughts. “If anyone can get access to his phone, it’s you,” Henry repeated. “Just be careful. I’m still thinking he’s dangerous. If his family really is in danger, there’s no telling what he would do, and who he would step on, to protect them.”