My Phony Valentine Henry Danger Novels & Stories

And every year on All Souls' Day, Henry and Amanda would vanish for a day. "Are you seriously claiming my best friend is dead? Kieran, you're practically begging for a fight!" Valerie couldn't resist throwing punches when she lost arguments, especially when furious. Despite founding Hidden Powers, Kieran was defenseless as Valerie pummeled him. He later seized her hands while locking eyes with her. "Val, there are bite marks on the upper part of Morgan's left arm. Have you seen similar marks on Melissa's arms?" Valerie kicked Kieran's leg and bellowed, "No!"

Even when Pedro kissed me before, it didn't have the same effect as that mysterious man. About fifty minutes had passed, and Kim hadn't called yet. My gaze was suddenly drawn to a bald man wearing sunglasses. For some reason, I caught a strange movement from the man sitting in the corner of the room. His hand moved slowly, pulling out an object that I could tell was a gun—wait, what? My eyes darted to his target—a guy sitting a few tables away. Without thinking, I bolted toward him. Bang! “Watch out!” I yelled, shoving him to the ground just as the bullet whizzed past us. We crashed into a table, sending everything tumbling.

"I got her. She believed me. Wow. I can't wait to scorn and taunt her after Callen is done fucking and dumping her. She is so timid and clueless to think anyone, especially someone like the alpha prince, would accept a dirty pig like her as a mate. Foolish girl!' A sharp gasp slipped my lips as I slapped my mouth shut, breathing heavily at the realization of what was actually happening. Oh my goodness.. "I almost fell into the trap of giving my virginity to the same man that would crush me to pieces. His plan was to fuck and dump me!" I breathed shakily, swallowing hard as I began sweating already. "Fuck it!" My wolf cursed, growling in anger and pain. I hissed and took my bath without being

She hurriedly goes for my belt and undoes the buttons of my pants afterward. I pull up the big hoodie she's wearing to expose more metal on her. Three daggers and a gun. They are both silver and have the same initials as her necklace. NV. I think it's time I get to know something about her. I'm so relieved that she's not some helpless girl who does not know how to take care of herself. I'm surrounded by danger and the first thing your rivals go after is the one thing you care for. The moment they know I have a soft spot for this girl, she'll automatically be in deeper shit than she already is.

I smiled as I clasped the necklace around my neck. He stood across from me, grinning like an idiot. This Valentine’s Day may have started off as a complete disaster, but the ending wasn’t that bad at all.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

They were the perfect shield. He heard it. Footsteps. Rushing up the stairs. Shouting. "Mr. Cross? Liam!" It was Henry. Liam took a deep breath. He splashed water on his face, diluting the red mark, making it look less like a slap and more like a... a struggle. He picked up one of the champagne glasses. He held it in his hand. The door burst open. Henry Vale stood there, his face purple with a mixture of terror and rage. "Liam! What in God's name is going on? She's gone! She ran! She—"

“Maybe I don’t want to be your thing.” That smile again, slow, lethal, the smile of a man who’d already decided. “Then it’s a good thing I wasn’t asking.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of bourbon and dark spice filling her lungs. “Give me your number.” Her stomach clenched. This was it, the kind of moment her handler had warned her about. The first step into the snare. If she gave it, Dante Vitale would have her tethered. If she refused…

“Wait till you hear how loud we get tonight.” Vivian sputtered, choking on her outrage, while Henry turned a shade of red so deep I thought he might actually explode. I laughed — an actual, breathless and unfiltered laugh. Damian smirked smugly at Henry, then turned to me with a wink as he stretched out his hand. “You mind showing me the room, baby?” he said as I took it. “The one where I’ll have you screaming my name all night.”

“I heard she’s beautiful and….well, sexy.” Denver glared at his bestfriend, who happens to be looking in the same direction to where he was. “Come on, Denver! You’re being too serious!” “Serious is good.” “So is fun. Speaking of it, I have something for you.” Henry grabbed something from his pocket and pulled out a black shinning card. Denver already knew what it was by just a glance at it. “No.” “What? I just—I’ve bought it for a hundred dollars, Dennie!”