Novel & Cerita Is Henry Danger Dead

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

"Would I ever have the chance to steal it without Henry's help? Would your bastard have died? "Hell, do you know what Henry was doing when you called him outside the operating room? He was in the same hospital, playing with Rory like nothing happened! "It's not like he never saw your calls—he just refused to answer even though you called so many times! If he had only answered once, then your bastard might have been saved! "Get it? It wasn't just me who killed your bastard—Henry did too. "But so what if you know? Even if you had John Levine's help, no one gets to lay a finger on Henry with his position in Jadelight, let alone me, whom Henry would die protecting.

“Then isn’t this the best outcome? Dr. Xavier didn’t die. Henry did.” Melvin’s eyes sharpened. “Mom. You’re still holding something back, aren’t you?” “Yes,” Mrs. Sanders admitted calmly. “I’ve already told you everything I can. You can have the email. Trace it yourself if you want.” Sarah’s thoughts spiraled. Henry was dead. So why had Dr. Xavier sounded so calm on the phone that day? Why had he insisted nothing happened? Something wasn’t lining up. --- City Hospital. Scarlett had just finished the porridge from the thermal container. Steven cleaned up quietly beside her. She finally felt a bit of strength returning.

Henry reprimanded, turning his attention towards Rosalia. Within the blink of an eye, they both started exchanging words. Ophelia and Milana tried their best to calm them down but their argument got worse instead. “Stop!!! Just Stop!!” Dave shouted, causing all of them to pause and turn their attention towards him. “You want to know about Rome right!?” “But, I am sorry because I have some bad news for you. He paused for a while and looked straight into Henry’s eyes. “He is dead! Your precious son is dead”.

Merrick continued, drawing their bodies closer. Mr. Hawthorne waited, his mind racing to figure out what Mr. Merrick would do next. Suddenly, a movement at his chest startled him. Reflexively, he looked down and found the tip of a gun pointed directly at his chest. “Then you must die, Kinsley Hawthorne.” The sound of the gunshot erupted. The bullet flew in a brief and inevitable moment, piercing directly through the center of Mr. Hawthorne’s chest. Sharp pain followed, spreading throughout his body. His eyes widened, and he slowly stepped back before being supported by Thomas.

Hector called. “Um.. yes. Sorry. You were saying.” “Yes. Um… your physics teacher has been absent for a while.” “Mr. Henry? Yes. It’s been a while and we keep having substitutes.” “His dead.” “What! How? When? Why? What happened?” Hector had my full attention now. “The cause of death is still unknown but the news is all over.” He explained. “Oh, my goodness.” I did not know Mr. Henry that well. All I knew of him was his strict teaching and his black shoes. He really loved his black shoes.

I dropped the gun and bent down, panting heavily. Gosh! This dude really gave me a hard time.. I was still trying to catch my breath, when I heard some sounds.. I turned back and to my surprise I saw a knife flying to my heart.. What the hell? I quickly moved my body aside but it was too late, the knife screeched passed my arm. "Arghhhh" I yelled as blood, gushed from the wound.. "We..re..n..ow even" Henry stuttered before finally dropping dead.

Oh, only if he knew what the devil has decided to erase his existence from the surface of the planet. Henry was going to regret his past deeds deeply today when he will see death dancing on his doorstep with its scythe ready to cut his head. On the way to Valentina’s chamber, he didn’t find any of those trustable guards standing proudly with their chest puffed out under the hard layer of metal. Instead, he found a trail of dead fallen disoriented on the floor, staining the white marble with red. His blood pumped hotly in his veins and the anger worsens. He yelled over the loss before hurrying to save a damsel in distress who can’t even twitch a finger to protect herself. On his way, he saw m

For one second, he thinks it will be Sarah or a news alert. It is Adrian. Julian does not touch the phone. The message sits there anyway. “Do not believe everything people say for the cameras.” Julian reads it once. Then again. Heat moves through him, part anger, part want, part something more dangerous than either. Adrian knows. That is the problem. He knows what the answer sounded like. He knows what it did. And still, he said it. Julian picks up the phone. His thumb moves before he can soften the words.

“T-The drug wasn’t mine! I-I was just following—” “Who planned this?” Alex’s voice lowered further, turning cold and deadly. Henry’s lips trembled violently. He felt genuine terror and fear for the first time in his life. Because the man standing before him no longer looked rational. He looked dangerous. Perhaps monstrous. “I-I don’t know everything!” Henry stammered desperately. “I swear—” Suddenly, Derek’s phone vibrated sharply in the tense silence. He immediately answered. But after only hearing a few words, his expression changed instantly and he turned to look at Alex.