My Phony Valentine Henry Danger Novels & Stories

“I just always want you.” His eyes darkened instantly. “Well,” he said slowly, “I definitely didn’t expect you to become this daring.” Heat rushed to my cheeks immediately. “I didn’t expect it either.” His grin widened knowingly. “The vibrator stunt says otherwise.” “Oh my God.” I laughed harder, covering my face. “I still cannot believe I did that.” “You almost killed me.” “I was so horny!” “You were naked on a balcony in freezing weather.” “I had an idea.” “A dangerous one.”

Henry and in seconds He was already running down to come to meet Valentino. "To whom do I own this sudden visit though it was very thoughtful of you to have considered my warning" Mr. Henry turned over to the old lady still standing there "Go let Emile know that Valentino was here fast" He veered around back to Valentino "So what may I offer you?"

Never seen that smile before. Valentin Salvatore is in search of his hunt, and I do not know how I feel to witness such an intimate thing from my boss. I shouldn’t have to see this, damn it. What he says to the red-haired busty pleases her too much because she makes sure to rub her big tits on him, which does not push her away. "All right with you?" Henry speaks louder in my ear, and I come back to reality, realizing that I did not hear a bit of what he said.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

Soon enough, they caught up to him at the checking point. “Is that the bitchy guy?” The male to his right asked behind him while Vincent, who'd plugged in his headphones so people wouldn't talk to him, tried to hold back his small smile of satisfaction. “Hummn.” The lady nodded absentmindedly. “Some people can be mad. Wait! Did you message Ryan about him coming to pick us? I don't want to board a taxi.” She grumbled, in between mouthfuls of chocolate chips. Vincent picked his little luggage and rolled it away from the couples, not caring to listen to the rest of their useless conversation. Then, he checked his phone, checking the address his estate consultant in Miami had sent him.

Cheryl said happily. "Don't butter him up," Hilary said. "He's married, Cheryl. Don't fall for him," Hilary said helplessly. "I know," Cheryl replied dismissively. Cheryl then said to Henry, "We haven't eaten yet. Are you hungry? Let's eat; my treat." Henry nodded. He smiled when he saw her relaxed and happy. He wished he had told her his identity. Henry was worried about the enemies who set the orphanage on fire years ago. They might still come after him. However, finding him would not be a problem; he was afraid they might harm those around him.

he told me, looking at what he was eating. "I am happy for her, said to her my congratulations, Kyle." I ate the rice with a dish on it. "I will." I secretly watched him while eating. I couldn’t help but imagine the woman with him on the day of the fake wedding. I can't be mistaken. I know he is that man. And he's Phoenix. Whatever he's doing, I will know that. If I end up getting hurt, then I'd instead find the truth rather than stay in darkness. Now, I don’t know if what Kyle is showing me is true. I took a deep breath, the food lost its flavor on my tongue, and I gradually lost my appetite.

She can't believe sir Francis would question her about that. "I trust you. This is my first time helping so tell me if there is anything I can do." A maid picks up a tray of glasses filled with champagne. She turns around and bumps Charles. The champagne spills on his expensive flowery shirt and shorts. Charles is an extremely good looking guy with a slender physique. Charles clenches his fist tightly as he feels the anger boiling inside of him. He is the last child of the Viva who loves the fun and crazy lifestyle. He is literally a spoilt brat.

I felt like drowning, Melting. “Leilah Rivera.” The call to me brought me back to where I am standing. Standing in front of me is one of those goons back at the diner. He is tall, with a built body and broad shoulders. He is not wearing his glasses so I can see his scarred left eye. My body stiffens as I try to stand firmer, taller. “Where is my mother?” I balled my fists, ready to throw my strongest punch if needed. Although, I doubt that will make any difference as this man is almost a foot taller.

A woman like this could be the death of him. At the moment he didn’t care, wasn’t more than vaguely cognizant of those important details. Desire roared through his body, carried in by the scent of her unique pheromone. Proof enough of her danger. His blatant statement of ownership didn’t impress the girl. She ducked out of his arms and dashed behind the counter, glowering at him. “Guess again, pal,” she warned from the safety of the other side.