Novel & Cerita Jace Norman From Henry Danger

She had been adopted by her mother after the Great War a century ago, brought home to live as their daughter in name, but a servant in practice. Amanda picked up a heavy stone and hurled it through the slats, striking Calista squarely on the forehead. “Father is coming,” Amanda whispered with a wicked grin. “And honestly? I’m just glad that you’re finally leaving us alone this time.” Jake approached the pigpen, a wide, genuine smile stretching across his face. But to Calista, that smile was a harbinger of doom; whenever her father looked happy, something terrible was about to happen to her. “Stand up!” Jake barked, hauling her to her feet by her hair. Calista groaned, crying out as he dragge

"Everything you need is in there." Antonio took it and flipped through the pages. "This might actually work," he admitted, his voice uncertain. I turned back to Jace. "If this info is bad—" Jace raised his hands. "Relax. I want Henry dead as much as you do. Now get outta here before I change my mind." I didn’t lose another second. I turned on my heel, headed straight for the door. Antonio followed, tucking the folder under his arm. We drove back to our safehouse in tense silence.

Though the scene threatened to overwhelm me, the hum of our bond throbbed faintly between us, its warmth keeping me grounded. “We need to secure the area,” Lucan said, his voice quiet but commanding. “Search for survivors—and any of Kael’s people who might still be here.” I opened my mouth to respond, but a voice cut through the din. “There’s no need.” My heart lurched as I turned to see Jace moving through the wreckage, hands raised in surrender. Soot and blood streaked his pale face, but his green eyes were clear and unwavering. Nearby wolves tensed, low growls rumbling in their throats. Lucan lifted a hand to silence them. “Stand down.”

The air around me was getting tensed and I could only feel myself heating up. I scroll down the pictures and come in contact with a video. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. This can't be true. It's him. It's Collins. I look up at him then at my glass. With one shot, I take in the full liquid and empty my glass. I drop it back on the table, angrily, not caring about the loud noise it made. I grab my purse and stomp out of the restaurant. "Jane." He called from behind.

And if ever Daryl will pursue m e for a romantic relationship, I know what I will do. I will reject him without any hesitation. "Hi, Brother! I'm first, Drey!" Janice and immediately went to fetch her. I was terrified when I was left in front of Rustov. His fingers played on the lock of his helmet while looking at me darkly. It's like the depth of thought. It took me a short while before I realized it's still Tuesday. He should still have class at these times. Is that why he is here?

Sandra "This is my fault, Jo If something happens to Henry...." I couldn't breathe, the words felt like fire coming out of my throat. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, shushing me. "We will get him, baby, I promise. We will get them both." He spoke quietly but I could hear a crack in his voice. "Sunshine, this is not your fault. Henry knew what he was risking going there. He knew what he was risking speaking to her, instead of sticking to the plan." I could hear Zeus' anger. I have come to understand he processes most things with anger, well they all do. I felt Joseph tense up. "I will kill the whole fucking crew if something happens to him." He stated turning around to the others. I t

His touch was like a cold, clammy vice, and it brought back all the horrible memories of when he had tried to take advantage of me and Jane in the woods. As Henry's fingers dug deeper into my skin, I couldn't help but think that I would rather be with Damian, despite the danger that lurked beneath his surface. At least with Damian, I felt a twisted sense of safety, a sense that he wouldn't hurt me without a reason. Henry, on the other hand, was a wild card, a psychopath with no conscience and no qualms about hurting those around him. "Hey, why complaining, my love? Didn't you miss me?" Henry's voice was like a snake slithering through the grass, making my skin crawl. His smile was repulsive,

he asked, his voice low but with an edge I had never heard before. Janna nodded, tears streaking down her face. “I’m scared, Daddy.” He pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips to the top of her head, trying to mask his own fear. I could see the strain in his eyes—the guilt. It was always there when our family was in danger. But we couldn’t afford to break now. We were still alive, but we weren’t safe. I felt it—the realization that this was far from over. Jace's POV

Subject line: “KnightFall_Recording.mp4.” And the message: “You should’ve stayed quiet, Jace. This is your final warning.” He swallowed hard, his heart racing. Next to him, River noticed the shift in his expression. “What is it?” River murmured. Jace didn’t answer. Instead, he slowly turned to the camera, stared dead into the lens, and said calmly, “We’re in danger.” Jace said quietly. The interviewer blinked. “I’m sorry... what?” River sat up straighter, but Jace remained still.

We all do. Jace approaches, his sharp blue eyes scanning me carefully. There’s something in his gaze—something heavier than his usual arrogance. A kind of quiet concern. “You alright?” he asks, coming to stand beside me. I exhale, tilting my head slightly. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” He scoffs lightly. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because we’re about to go after one of the most dangerous men to ever exist? Or maybe because your bloodline is suddenly a major wildcard in all of this?”