Invisible Brad Henry Danger Novels & Stories

Dylan shrugged “Firstly” Henry groaned as he managed to get up “I didn’t wish for any of this, I wished for my sister to still be alive and I wished my dad wasn’t a drunk. I basically wished for a normal life and this isn’t half of what I wished for” Henry’s voice shook as he sounded very sad, he might look like a bad guy but what if he actually isn’t “And trust me, you wouldn’t want this too. So stay away from me and if I catch you near anything that has to do with the supernatural then I won’t spare you” he threatened

Ryan calmly wiped a few drops off his sleeve and turned toward the door. “Find them. Both of them. And bring them to me alive.” In a secretive apartment, Luca traced the escape route on a fogged-up window. Elena leaned against the wall, staring at the mental map forming before her eyes. “Ryan has already cut off a hand from his own network,” he said. “He’s nervous. That means he’s acting impulsively.” “That means he’s more dangerous than ever,” Elena added, her voice steady but tense. Luca turned to her, his eyes serious and heavy with worry.

“You left out the part where you had just raised two people from the dead. You scared the shit out of both of us. We gave you three and a half bags of blood before your color returned. And for your information, you have been out for almost twenty-four hours.” I tried to sit up, but Henry’s arms pinned me down. “Let me go!” I wriggled against them and heard Brad moan just about the same time that Henry let out a grunt of frustration. “As much as I like you rubbing up against me like a cat in heat, you had better stop before you find yourself in a very tricky situation,” Henry warned. I stopped immediately and took inventory. There was something thick and hard pressed against my backside, that

He was always so romantic, so gentle but those nasty words had me soaking, and God, I loved this new dangerous side of him. “Oh Liam,” I mumbled, biting my lip, with my hand tangled in his hair. His fingers traced down my half-naked body, jolting every desire. He knelt before me, his hands unbuttoning my pants and sliding them off, leaving me in just my panties. He paused and lifted his head to look at me, his eyes with a question. I nodded, giving him permission to continue. He immediately pulled down my underwear, his gaze still on me as his tongue glided over me, so close to my pussy. His tongue brushed against my clit and I couldn’t help but moan helplessly.

"Have fun." One day, l'd pay him back for all the crap he gave me about Vivian. I followed her to the photo setup, where Francis waited with Cecelia, Vivian's sister Agnes, and Agnes's husband. My brother stood off to the side, his eyes glued to his phone while the photographer fiddled with his camera. Something dangerous uncoiled in my chest. I'd avoided Francis all day. He didn't deserve my attention in public, which would only elevate his status, and I didn't need more temptation to commit murder.

Xavier had it down to a tee, the public played like a fiddle in the palm of his hands. When he finally made the mistake to cross my boss he officially sealed his face, no way one played with fire and expected not to be burned that was actually a little stupid if you asked me, but he had made his bed and no he had to lie in it. Forever. Grace Anderson announced a reward price for information, part of me felt like offering fake intel just to pocket the money but the other part that knew she was worse than her husband did not want to help the vile woman. I almost jumped out of my seat when someone tapped on my shoulder, a blush creeping on my cheeks. It is a miracle that my automatic reaction w

“Justin, I’ll take my sister with me when we go to Uncle Tony’s. We can use the excuse that we’re trying to comfort Robin in her time of need. And I’ll wait until my uncle leaves the house. He’s not there all the time, anyway.” Justin shook his head. “It’s too dangerous.” “Justin?” Brad said. “I’ll make sure that one of my friends is watching the house to make sure she’s safe.” His heart raced. She’d be in grave danger. They’d all be in danger. But men like Snakes and Tony needed to be stopped. “Who is this friend of yours, Brad?” Brad chuckled on the other end of the phone. “Let’s just say he’s very good with a gun… and he owes me a favor.”

“Now you’re speaking my language. But let’s be clear, Victor. If I’m putting my neck on the line for you, I want assurances. No half-measures.” “You’ll have them,” Victor promised, his tone unyielding. “But, Henry, this game is far more dangerous than you’re used to. The people we’re dealing with don’t play by the rules.” Henry laughed, raising his glass in a mock toast. “Danger, rules—who cares? If there’s one thing I love more than women and whisky, it’s a good fight. Count me in.” "So who are we dealing with?" Henry asked, his voice taking on a serious tone. "The new owner of Ryder."

As he yanked the blade from his arm and attempted to bind the wound. Henry was the commander of the ferals under the direction of elite troops in the Hill County region. And June was familiar with him; he had formerly been the best elite soldier in the corpse. And, of all of these destructive lycans, Henry was the one that everyone feared the most. He weighed four hundred pounds and was a ruthless beast. His son, however, was more of a brain, a crafty master of strategy and leadership who was able to outwit his larger counterpart. The youngest, the one who flung the knife at Jeth, was the most aggressive and hot-tempered of the two brothers. The fact that he was prone to wrath meant that eve

Edward Michel Tiernen knew that well. After unfastening his sheath, he pulled out his sword and carefully put the sheath on the stone ground. He was so desperate and afraid that I felt disgusted. To kill this would be tantamount to clearing dung with a sword. Still, someone had to do it. And that dung would be cleared by me. The fatty didn’t attack first. I stepped forward, slowly, warily. “Remember, Alex. Cowardly beasts have the most dangerous venom.” If not for Henry, I would have missed his lightning-fast double attack. With his right hand, he lunged at me with a sword, and with his left, he simply tried to graze me—just a little bit, just a graze...