How Old Is Piper On Henry Danger Novels & Stories

It was incredibly embarrassing for a woman of her age to still have her bedroom littered with her teenage self! Piper stood looking in the mirror - her hair was still a deep auburn that fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue and her skin was still as pale as the day she was born. In her eyes, she had always looked unremarkable, but people always commented on how beautiful she was. At a size 16 and 5ft, 9 Piper was what you would politely call curvaceous - at least that's what she had been told by her lovers in the past. Well if you could count only 2 men as lovers. She had even been likened to a younger Christina Hendricks on more than one occasion. If only!

“YOU HAD BETTER PRAY YOUR SON KEPT HIS MOUTH SHUT, HENRY. SO HELP ME, IF HE TOLD PIPER…..” Landon did not finish his threat. I was disappointed. I was almost starting to like him. “Is Piper in danger?” I growled. My question was directed at Landon. However, my words were spoken slowly, and they were laced with venom that was directed at Henry, Xander, and anyone else in this bloody pack who may have been involved. Landon looked at me. His eyes reflected both fear and anger. “I don’t know.” “WHICH PACK IS IT? WHERE IS SHE?” I demanded. We needed to get there, and we needed to get there fast.

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

After carefully placing her back on the ground, he stood up and regarded her for a few moments longer than necessary before leaving the room. Piper took a moment to compose herself by leaning against one of the corridor's walls. She had a hard time shaking the memory of the recent interaction she had with Jack. She touched the red spot on her neck, which was starting to sting badly but she didn't care about it. The spot was on the back of her head. She took out a cigarette and a lighter, lit the cigarette, and then sat down to smoke it while she did so. It was already very quiet in the empire, with the exception of the people who were working the night shift and walking around while keeping

Instantly, my guard went up. “I’m Piper,” she said casually. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Her eyes flicked between me and Ava. “Who are you?” I asked coldly. “And why were you spying on us?” “The villagers mentioned there were outsiders staying here,” Piper explained. “I got curious. I’ve been visiting this place for over five years, and seeing new people is rare.” She smiled lightly. “You must be Ava and Dante.” I didn’t smile back. “Yes,” I answered shortly. “And we were just leaving.”

I tell her honestly. "Well, you're not the one dating him, I am. You don't have to worry about me Piper. I'll be careful, I'm not gonna fall for him or anything. We've already talked about this before. Anyways, we only have eight minutes to get to a school that's seven minutes away so let's go" she says and standing up. For her, this isn't a big deal, for me, this is everything. She's literally dating a Necrif (whatever the fudge that is) shape-shifting, torturing, serial killer. What oh what am I going to do?

I all but yell, feeling the familiar burning of my anger. Piper turns sharply at my voice and stumbles in shock at seeing me. She hadn’t changed much in three years. The only difference was that her hair was longer, now reaching midback. “S-Sadie? You’re not dead?” She asks through deep breaths, her hands pressing down on her chest, looking like she’s seen a ghost.

Yorick says, sliding his hand back into mine. “Well, now I’m in a bad mood,” Piper says. “Maybe you’re hangry, Hellfire. Let’s go get lunch,” Zach says. “You and your nicknames,” I say, laughing. “Hey, if the nickname fits, who am I to argue. Piper’s got that fiery red hair and a temper to match. I love the passion,” he says, winking at her. “Stop flirting with me,” she says, shaking her head, but her lips are twitching.

“Did she say that?“ I asked. I played back all our past interactions. It should have been unlikely. I thought about what Darius had said about mates not having to be romantic partners. But what then made what I had with Piper? She was six years younger than me. Only twenty. It didn’t seem like it should have been something I should even have been considering. And that was before we factored in the bad blood and terror her family name had brought upon my pack. Allegedly anyway. Either way, it was all so complicated. But then I thought about being alone with her. Looking into her eyes. Holding her hand. Piper wasn’t a random girl anymore. Not one who I could ever ignore if I tried. When she wa

We only ended up hurting one person from the pack I set out to eradicate. I glanced down at Piper beside me. She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her dark brown hair may have been in a ponytail right now but I could tell it was long and those blue eyes. They were the most extraordinary thing I've ever seen. And then there was her scent. It was addicting and I couldn't get enough of it. She was clearly younger than me. She was twenty from what I gathered from the meeting with Alpha Bradley. I was twenty five so we did have a little bit of a gap but that wouldn't be a problem at all. We were mates so we could make it work.