Novel & Cerita Love Muffin Henry Danger

*Flashback* *At the cafeteria* “No matter how strong a person is…They will be afraid of loosing someone they love. If she loves you then she will fear loosing you.” The guy said with a proud smile on his face. Ansh looked at him for a second. “No, I can’t do this to her. I also love her. I can’t stand watching her being hurt.” Ansh said as he stood up from there and went back to the haunted house. They all continued their adventure just then Ansh smelled a strange scent. It wasn’t the scent of Vampire clan. He looked around but it was dark. He knew that Shama was in danger.

In the video, Henry was wearing loose loungewear and was focused on stirring a pot of soup on the stove. The camera shook slightly, and Ava’s sweet voice echoed from the speakers. “Henry, didn’t you say you were supposed to be with Lena today? What is she going to do now that you’re over at my place instead?” Henry did not even look up from the stove when he replied, “If she gets tired of waiting, she’ll just head home. There’s no need to worry about her.”

She saw the way he stood—shoulders back, chin up, even when covered in sewer mud. "You look half-frozen, child," Helen said, reaching out a gloved hand. She didn't grab him. She waited. "The lab is all the way on the other side of the estate. The guards won't let a mud-covered boy through the security gates. But... I can." Henry hesitated. The buzzing in his chest was shifting, pointing toward the woman. It wasn't the "Silver Link," but something heavier. Thicker. "I don't like cocoa," Henry lied, his stomach growling loudly.

he growls, annoyed, “Sex with strangers is just a thing to do. A thing… like red peppers. I like them when I go out and they’re in my food, but I never buy them myself to eat at home. I could live without red peppers forever. Sex with you is very different.” “Like what?” I press, hiding a smile. “Like… Moe’s triple decker. My favorite thing in the world. I could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner,” he responds, “And if I don’t eat it regularly, I get all cranky.” I laugh and orbit closer to him. Henry takes advantage of this moment to grab my face and try to steal another sneaky kiss, but this time I put my hand on his lips to stop him. “If you're serious about me, you wait for that.”

Without hesitation, I tossed the leftovers straight into the trash. Henry looked ready to explode, but when his gaze fell on the pitiful amount of soup left, guilt swallowed his anger whole. "It’s not leftovers," Henry said stiffly. He had clearly forgotten that I was allergic to mushroom soup. Years ago, when Henry had just come of age, reckless and brimming with pride, he provoked a rival. The man had aimed to cripple his hand, but I had taken the blow for him. To comfort me, he had bought me some mushroom soup.

“Do you think he’s going to be angry?” “If I were you, I’d try to get back before he realizes you left.” Henry suggests. I don’t need to be told twice, I finish my lunch and kiss Henry’s scruffy cheek, before heading out again. On the way home I stop only to purchase the ingredients for Sinclair’s cake, hurrying back to the house in the hopes that no one has noticed I was missing. Of course it’s just my luck that Hugo catches me coming up the walk to the mansion, arms ladened with grocery bags. He doesn’t say a word, but I know the game is up.

As Hazel absorbed the ambiance of the dining area, her attention was drawn to the introduction of another important figure. "Meet my husband, James Black," Jenna proudly announced. Despite his age, Alpha James Black exuded a commanding presence, his physique maintaining an undeniable aura of strength. Hazel greeted him warmly, expressing her gratitude for the hospitality extended to her. The room was filled with the enticing aroma of freshly prepared dishes, yet no one dared to touch a morsel. Misty, her hand hovering over a flaky croissant, was met with a stern gaze from her mother. "Misty, you know the rule. We wait for your brother," Jenna's voice fixed her. Hazel couldn't help but admire

“How did you know it was poisoned?” “My Beta, Henry, caught it,” I said. “He could smell the poison before I ate it. Smacked it out of my hand, spraying frosting all over the place.” I shuddered at the memory. I could still see the wild look in Henry’s eyes, could still hear the way the room suddenly went utterly silent. “No one eat the cake!” he had shouted. “It’s been poisoned!” “If it weren’t for him,” I whispered, “I wouldn’t be here right now.”

The one suffering the most from this arrangement was Henry. Laura proudly saved her practice meals for Henry, and he, ever the dutiful husband, forced himself to taste every bite. I nearly collapsed from laughter watching him choke down a spoonful, his face straining with every swallow, only to muster a brave smile and force out, “Excellent, darling.” One afternoon, while Laura answered a call, Henry entered the kitchen. His voice was low, his eyes darting toward the door like a guilty man. “Emily, you have to stop. My stomach is suffering.”

henry said yes you are right you know me well and after that Ryan said okay its time to go now see you ................ And now lara is making lunch for them.but when guest arrived they liked lara cooking very much they asked henry .hey henry did you changed your chef today food is and then henry bestfriend ryan said ohhh yes you are right .its very good he asked henry hey henry why don’t you indroduce your chef to us .henry got angry and said I think you guys are here for work so please focus .after that they start to tease him and said I don’t think so .its just some boring work ryan said and he also said .im more interested in your chef now .and then others guys also start teasing him .an