How Old Is Piper On Henry Danger Novels & Stories

“No. Haven’t seen him for a while actually. He was texting in the kitchen like an hour ago. Why?” Yeah, why? Because Piper’s at a club with some asshole all over her? Because she sounds wasted and possibly in danger of doing something she can’t take back? Or just in danger? Who is this douchebag anyway? Some bearded jerk preying on a drunk college girl who’s obviously trying to hide feelings she has for someone else. Why does that matter?

I stick my head in slowly to look and make sure the space is empty. "There is a door over here that leads outside," Piper says as she makes her way to the far right of the room. "Are you sure I thought we were still underground?" I ask. "Yes, just follow me," Piper says as she reaches the door. She swings it open, and she is thrown back against me. I scream out when she makes contact with me. The force of the throw was significant. I am sure I have a broken rib or two where she made contact with my midsection. There is a big man that comes walking into the room. "I told Joceline you would be a trader to her." He says as he takes a step closer to Piper. He can't see me, so I slide in the oppo

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.

"Yesterday. Security knows to watch for him." "Good." A pause. "How are you feeling? About tonight?" Piper laughed, the sound shaky. "Terrified. Excited. Like I might throw up." "That sounds about right." Nana's smile came through the phone. "You know I'm proud of you, don't you?" "I know." "Yes, I mean it, Piper. What you've built in six months, most people don't do that in a lifetime." Piper's throat tightened. "I had a good teacher."

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.